Here is a 491 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. She checked her watch for the third time in the past five minutes. As usual, Bill was late. Just when she was about to give up and leave, she heard footsteps pounding on the pavement. "Sorry I'm late," Bill huffed as he jogged up to her. "I got held up." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're always 'held up.' Can't you be on time just once?" Bill gave her a lopsided grin. "Where's the fun in that? Predictability is the enemy of every great heist." "Speaking of the heist," Molly said, "did you scope the place out like I asked?" Bill nodded. "Sure did. Little Timmy Taylor's fifth birthday party is at the community center on Elm. And get this - I heard they rented out the big hall and hired a professional clown." "So lots of Presents then," Molly said, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Tons," Bill confirmed. "And even better - there's an exit in the back of the hall that leads right to an alley. We can sneak the bags of loot right out that way and no one will see us." "Perfect," Molly said with a grin. "Those spoiled little brats won't even know what hit them." Bill held up a finger. "Ah, but there is one potential problem - they've hired a security guard to watch the door." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Please - you really think a rent-a-cop is going to be able to stop us?" "No, but we may need a distraction," Bill suggested. "Something to lure him away from the door for a few minutes while we sneak inside." Molly thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers. "I've got it. You disguisal as the clown and keep him occupied while I sneak in and grab the presents." Bill looked skeptical. "I don't know...do I look like clown material to you?" "Just put on a colorful wig and some face paint," Molly said. "It doesn't have to be perfect - it just has to distract him long enough." "Alright, alright," Bill relented. "But you owe me big time for this. I hate clowns." "Stop whining," Molly teased. "This is our biggest heist yet. Just think of all those screaming brats when they don't get to open their presents. It's going to be epic!" Bill chuckled. "It really is. Can't wait to see the looks on their faces." He paused. "So we're all set then? We'll meet at the corner of Elm at noon?" "Yup, that's the plan," Molly confirmed. "Operation No Presents is a go." They exchanged devious grins, thrilled at the prospect of pulling off their greatest caper yet. This was going to be one birthday party to remember.