(Cave opens. Cassim runs out, wearing bongo drums as ear muffs.)

You messed with our beat. Off-key thieves go in the bongo jail.

(He takes a bag. Drums start playing by themselves. He runs out shouting “Bongosamé!” Cave closes.) CASSIM: You? Rich? Did you find a magic vacuum cleaner?

(sighs) Chop wood, carry wood, sell wood, repeat. At this rate, I’ll die rich in splinters.

(Bandits exit sadly, playing a slow, defeated “bum-bum-bum.”)