Here is a 497 word scene with 70% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in the alley behind the community center. She checked her watch again. Bill was late, as usual. After a few more minutes, she finally heard footsteps approaching. "Sorry I'm late," Bill said as he rushed over. "I got held up." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're always 'getting held up.' Can't you be on time for once?" "Hey, cut me some slack. Planning brilliant heists isn't easy, you know," Bill replied defensively. "Yeah, yeah, let's just get down to business. What's the plan for getting into this kids' party and swiping all their presents?" Molly asked. Bill smiled mischievously. "Well, I scoped the place out this morning. There's a side door near the kitchen that should be perfect to slip in unnoticed. The party starts at noon, so the kitchen staff will be busy prepping food. We'll wait until about 12:15, then sneak in while everyone's distracted." "Good, I like it so far. But how do we get our hands on the presents without being seen? There's bound to be parents and kids all over the place," Molly questioned. "Don't worry, I've got it covered. There's a storage closet in the back corner no one uses. We'll stash the presents in there as we grab them, then make our getaway once we've cleared the gift table," Bill explained confidently. Molly nodded. "Okay, not bad. But we need some kind of distraction, so people don't notice presents going missing." Bill snapped his fingers. "I know, here's what we'll do. I brought some of those noisemaker party poppers. Right when we're ready to start swiping gifts, I'll set some of them off on the other side of the room. That should turn everyone's attention away from us." "Perfect. The crying kids will drive the parents nuts. Hopefully they'll be too busy wrangling their bratty children to realize what's happening," Molly said with a devious chuckle. "Exactly! Then we make our escape with the loot," Bill agreed eagerly. Molly paused, thinking for a moment. "You know, we should probably wear some kind of disguises too. Just in case someone does notice us ducking in and out of the closet." Bill nodded. "Way ahead of you. I've got two catering uniforms we can put on. We'll blend right in with the staff." "Nice. You're finally learning," Molly said. She glanced at her watch again. "Okay, we'd better get ready. Guests will start arriving soon." The pair quickly changed into their catering disguises and went over the plan one last time. At 12:15 sharp, they snuck in the side kitchen door. The kitchen was bustling with activity just as expected. Weaving their way through the chaos, they slipped unnoticed into the main party room. Molly nodded to Bill. He pulled out the party poppers, stepped to the far side of the room, and set them off. Kids shrieked and cried while parents rushed to comfort them. Molly and Bill immediately started sweeping gifts off the table into their storage closet hideout. In less than five minutes, the table was clear. They ducked back into the closet, listening carefully. No one seemed to be the wiser yet. "Time to make our getaway," Molly whispered. Staying low, they hurried to the kitchen and out the side door. They dashed down the alley, arms loaded with pilfered presents, congratulating each other on a successful heist.