Here is a 491 word scene with 70% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, picking at her chipped black nail polish. "This is the place, right?" Bill nodded, peeking around the corner at the large house across the street. Music and children's laughter spilled from the open windows and front door. "Yeah, that's the address. Little Timmy Taylor's birthday party." "Ugh, I hate kids' parties," Molly grimaced. "All that screeching gives me a headache." "Yeah, but think of all those shiny new presents just waiting to be swiped," Bill said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "With this many brats, there's gotta be some good loot." Molly shrugged. "I guess. But how are we gonna get past the parents and grab the gifts?" Bill smiled slyly. "That's where you come in, babycakes. I need you to cause a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" Molly asked warily. "I dunno, something loud to get everyone out back," Bill said. "Maybe pretend to be a clown or magician. Kids love that crap." Molly rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine. But you owe me for this. I better get an extra cut for making a fool of myself." "Yeah yeah, you'll get your cut," Bill waved dismissively. "Just keep them occupied for like 10 minutes while I raid the gift table. In and out, easy as pie." "If I'm doing the distracting, how are you getting in?" Molly asked, peering across the street. "Front door's not an option with all the adults around." Bill grinned and held up a glass cutter from his bag. "Back door. I'll cut through the glass and let myself in through the kitchen. Then it's just a quick sneak into the living room while you wow the kiddies." Molly sighed. "Alright, let's just get this over with." They crossed the street casually, not wanting to draw suspicion. Bill broke off, circling around back with his glass cutter while Molly continued up the front walk. She paused, taking a breath to steel herself before ringing the doorbell brightly. A harried looking woman holding a crying toddler opened the door. "Yes?" Molly put on her biggest, fakest smile. "Hiya! I'm Molly the Magnificent, here to perform magic for Timmy's party. I'm the entertainment you ordered." The woman's brow furrowed. "I didn't order any..." "Oops, must have been a mix up with the agency!" Molly breezed past her into the crowded living room. "No worries, the show will go on. Who's ready for some magic?" Molly launched into her act, performing lame card tricks and pulling coins from kids' ears. She kept up a steady stream of corny jokes and chattering, drawing all the focus onto herself. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bill sneak in from the kitchen and dart towards the gift table undiscovered. Just a little longer...