Here is a 500 word scene with approximately 50% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly paced back and forth across the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse, waving her hands animatedly as she spoke. "Okay, okay, hear me out. I've got the perfect plan to pull off this heist!" Bill leaned against a support beam, arms crossed, watching his partner with a skeptical smirk. "This oughta be good. Let's hear it." "So get this - there's this huge birthday party happening tomorrow at the Miller's house, right? For their annoying little brat who I swear gets a new Mercedes every year just for turning another year older." Molly rolled her eyes. Bill snorted. "Ungrateful little monster. But go on." "Anyway, this party is gonna have everything - clowns, ponies, the works. And you know what else it's gonna have?" Molly paused for dramatic effect. "Presents. Tons and tons of expensive presents all laid out on table, just waiting to be taken." "Can't let all those nice new toys go to waste, can we?" Bill chuckled. "Exactly!" Molly said. "So here's what we're gonna do. I'll pose as the new babysitter they hired for the party. That'll get me in the house and access to everything. You'll wait outside in the getaway van. I'll sneak armloads of presents out to you throughout the party. By the end, we'll have cleaned them out!" Bill nodded thoughtfully. "Not bad. But won't they notice presents disappearing during the party?" "Nah, there's gonna be so much chaos and noise, no one will be paying attention. I'll just keep sneaking more and more out. Easy peasy." "And how exactly are you gonna pose as the babysitter?" Bill asked skeptically. "Won't they be expecting someone, you know, professional looking?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "I'll throw on some mom jeans and a cardigan, slap on some glasses, talk in a cheery voice. I can play the part no problem." "If you say so," Bill said. "But I still think we need some kind of distraction, so you can really clean them out without anyone noticing." Molly's eyes lit up. "Oooh yeah, that's perfect! Like maybe you could call in a fake emergency or something?" Bill shook his head. "Nah, needs to be bigger and splashier to really capture everyone's attention." "Oh oh, I know!" Molly said excitedly. "What if one of the ponies they rented suddenly gets loose and starts running wild through the party? It'll be total chaos!" "Not bad, not bad," Bill said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But I've got an even better idea. What if one of the clowns pretends to accidentally set himself on fire?" Molly's eyes went wide. "Yes! Oh my god, yes! Everyone will be so focused on the poor burning clown, I can carry presents out by the armload!" "Exactly," Bill said with a grin. "So it's settled then. Operation Clown Inferno is a go for tomorrow." Molly clapped her hands together gleefully. "This is gonna be our biggest haul yet! That annoying brat won't know what hit her." Bill laughed and pushed off from the beam. "Alright, enough scheming for tonight. Let's go get some rest - we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." The two thieves headed out of the warehouse, eagerly anticipating the chaotic birthday heist to come.