Here is a 491 word scene with 30% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents at a children's party: Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she leaned against the brick wall outside Jenny's Jumpin' Jamboree. She checked her watch for the third time in the last five minutes. Where was he? This was Bill's plan and he was late. Again. Finally, she spotted Bill sauntering down the sidewalk towards her, hands in his pockets, whistling. "Nice of you to finally show up," Molly said. "Hey, cool it, I'm here now," Bill replied. "So what's the situation?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It's a kid's birthday party,probably about 15 or 20 brats in there. Stacked present table right by the front door. We get in, grab as many presents as we can carry, get out." "Cake?" Bill asked. "What?" "Will there be cake?" "I don't know, maybe. This isn't about cake, it's about the presents," Molly said in exasperation. "But there might be cake," Bill mused. "What if we grabbed a slice on the way out?" Molly sighed. "Sure, if you see cake, grab a slice. But focus on the presents." She peered around the corner into the front window. Kids were running around hyped up on sugar, shrieking at deafening volumes. One boy squirted icing from a tube into his mouth. "Coast is clear, let's go," Molly whispered. They slipped through the front door, moving quickly towards the present table. It was piled high with brightly wrapped boxes and bags, a virtual treasure trove for the two thieves. Bill grabbed a big rectangular box and tucked it under his arm. Molly swept up as many smaller packages as she could hold. As they turned to leave, Bill's eyes landed on a table with a half-eaten sheet cake that read "Happy Birthday Caleb" in blue icing. He dashed over, slid his hand down the side of the cake to grab a fistful, and shoved it into his mouth. "What are you doing?" Molly hissed. "Let's get out of here!" Bill grinned, mouth full of chocolate cake. He took one last look at the present table and grabbed a small gift bag with his free hand. They rushed out the door just as the kids noticed the presents being taken. Shrieks of "My present!" and "They're taking the gifts!" followed them outside. Bill and Molly ran down the block and jumped into their idling getaway car, presents and bags of loot in hand. Molly glared at Bill as he happily munched on his smashed slice of cake, licking thick frosting off his fingers. "You just couldn't help yourself with the cake, could you?" Molly snapped. "What? It looked good," Bill replied with a carefree smile. Molly just shook her head and cranked up the radio as they sped off to examine their stolen bounty.