Here is a 497 word scene with 30% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she leaned against the brick wall, glancing down at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. “Come on, come on,” she muttered under her breath. Where was he? They were supposed to meet here 10 minutes ago to go over the plan one more time before tonight. Just as she was about to give up and leave, a lanky figure came jogging around the corner. “Sorry I’m late,” Bill huffed, slightly out of breath. “My watch stopped working and I lost track of time.” Molly rolled her eyes. “You and your faulty gadgets. Did you at least bring the gear?” Bill nodded, patting the black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “All set. Grappling hook, lock picks, flashlight, the works.” “Perfect,” said Molly. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Let’s go over the plan one more time. The party starts at 5pm sharp. The gifts will all be piled up in the back room on tables. Kids will be running all over the place, parents will be distracted. That’s our opening.” “Right,” whispered Bill. “I’ll keep watch while you pick the lock and slip into the back. Grab as many presents as you can fit in the duffel and get out. We’ll meet two blocks down in the getaway car, ditch our costumes and make our escape.” Molly nodded. “I’ve cased the place already. Minimal security. A piece of cake.” Bill grinned. “Well stealing cake does sound tempting. Especially if it’s ice cream cake!” Molly shot him a stern look. “Focus, Bill. This is our big chance here. All those shiny new toys just waiting to be liberated. With what some of those presents are worth, we’ll be set for months.” “Okay, okay,” said Bill, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m focused, I swear. Though I still don’t know about stealing from kids...” “We’ve been over this,” said Molly impatiently. “It’s a victimless crime. Little Timmy will still get another present from mommy and daddy to replace the one we took. We’re just spreading the wealth.” Bill still looked uncertain. “I guess so. I just hope we don’t ruin anyone’s birthday.” Molly put a hand on his shoulder. “Bill, you can’t think like that. This is our job. Get in, get out. No muss no fuss. We’re providing a public service by liberating these gifts from the clutches of the bourgeoisie.” “You’re right,” said Bill, steeling himself. “We got this. Let’s go over the plan one more time just to be safe...” The two thieves huddled together, voices lowered, as they reviewed every detail of their heist. Soon those presents would be theirs for the taking. This was going to be their easiest - and most profitable - job yet.