Here is a 494 word scene with 70% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly peeked around the corner, eyeing the brightly colored banners and balloons decorating the community center. "There must be at least twenty gifts in that pile. We hit the jackpot with this party." "I don't know about this Moll," Bill said, fidgeting with his black gloves. "Stealing from kids? It's their birthday." "Oh don't go soft on me now!" Molly exclaimed, punching him in the arm. "We casing this joint for weeks. All those snotty rich kids don't need more toys. We're doing them a favor, teaching them to be grateful for what they got." Bill raised an eyebrow. "By taking their presents?" "Exactly! Now come on, we gotta move quick once they start singing Happy Birthday." Molly checked her watch, timing it perfectly for when the kids would be distracted. She and Bill slipped through the back door into the kitchen, the sounds of off-key singing and cheering drifting in from the main room. Bill hesitated. "I don't know Moll. Maybe we should call this off." "What has gotten into you?" Molly said. "This is our score! We can finally get that money we need to get Rusty the vet care he needs." "I know but..." Bill trailed off, glancing guiltily towards the party. Molly grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Bill. Stay focused. This is about Rusty remember? Our poor pup that's been limping for weeks now. That money is his only shot." Bill took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. Let's do this." They crept to the doorway, peering out at the chaos of the party. Kids ran wild while harried parents tried to wrangle them. By the gift table, the birthday girl was tearing into her presents, discarding the torn wrapping paper. "On three, we grab as many gifts as we can carry," Molly whispered. "Got it," Bill replied, eyes locked on the bounty. "One...two..." Suddenly, a small voice piped up behind them. "What are you doing?" Molly and Bill whirled around to find a frizzy haired girl of about eight staring at them curiously. Molly scrambled for an excuse. "We were just, uh, looking for the bathroom?" The girl frowned. "With those big sacks?" She pointed at the large bags they were carrying. "We really gotta use the bathroom," Bill tried. "So we brought bags to uh, carry our stuff." The girl clearly wasn't buying it. She turned and shouted back into the party. "Mom! There's robbers here trying to steal the presents!" "Run!" Molly yelled. She and Bill made a break for the back door. They burst into the alley, sprinting away from the building. The clamor of pursuit followed them. Panting, Molly glanced at Bill. "So much for this plan." "We'll figure something else out for Rusty," Bill replied. "Maybe I can pick up more hours at the shop." Sirens blared in the distance, coming closer. "But first, we gotta shake the cops without getting caught," Molly said. "Then we can focus on getting our dog the help he needs." Bill nodded, determination in his eyes. "Let's do it." They disappeared down the alley, the wail of sirens following after them.