Here is a 505 word scene with 50% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in the alley behind the community center. She checked her watch again and huffed. Bill was late, as usual. Finally, she heard footsteps approaching. "Sorry I'm late," Bill said, slightly out of breath. "I got held up casing the joint." Molly rolled her eyes. "Whatever, let's just do this. Did you get the guest list like I asked?" Bill pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. "Yeah, seems like it's little Timmy Tanaka's birthday party. Says here he's turning seven and there's gonna be fifteen kids." "Perfect. A seven-year-old's party means lots of presents ripe for the taking," Molly said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "So what's the plan?" Bill asked. "How do we get in and out with the loot without getting caught?" Molly pointed to a nearby window. "That's our way in, through the storage room. I scoped it out earlier and the window doesn't lock. As for not getting caught, we'll have to work fast while the kids are occupied at the party. speaking of which, what time does it start?" Bill checked the paper again. "Looks like 2pm." "Good, that gives us an hour to get into position. By the time they start opening presents, we'll sneak in, grab as many as we can, and get out." "And if someone spots us?" Bill asked nervously. "That's why we'll be wearing these." Molly held up two catering uniforms. "We'll blend right in. They won't suspect a thing." Bill didn't look convinced. "I don't know, Mol. This seems pretty risky. Maybe we should just stick to pickpocketing tourists like usual." Molly scoffed. "Don't be such a scaredy cat! This is gonna be a quick and easy score. Fifteen kids means at least thirty presents stacked under the tree. We're talking iPads, video games, who knows what else we can fence." She checked her watch again. "It's go time. Let's get changed and get into position." Bill reluctantly took one of the uniforms but hesitated before putting it on. "What if they have security cameras? We should case the inside again to be sure." "Ugh, you worry too much! I already checked for cameras last week. This community center is so underfunded they can barely keep the lights on. Now quit your whining and put on the damn uniform!" "Alright, alright. But we grab the stuff and get out immediately. No sticking around." Molly patted him on the back. "That's my Bill. A consummate professional." She finished buttoning up her uniform and straightened her name tag. "Okay, you grab a hand truck from the storage room to load up the presents quickly. I'll keep watch at the door. We'll be in and out in five minutes tops with full sacks. Then it's Miller time, baby!" Bill shook his head and chuckled as he put on the uniform. "You're incorrigible, you know that, Mol? Alright, let's go steal some birthday magic." Molly winked and gave him a thumbs up. It was showtime.