Here is a 500 word scene with 30% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly tapped her foot impatiently as she leaned against the brick wall outside Joey's Pizza Palace. She checked her watch for the third time in the last five minutes. Bill was late, as usual. How someone so flaky and undependable had managed to pull off so many successful heists was beyond her. Finally, she saw Bill's beat-up old Saturn come screeching around the corner. He parked haphazardly across two spaces and leapt out of the car. "Sorry I'm late," he said, slightly out of breath. "I got caught up watching the funniest cat video compilation on YouTube. You've got to see it, this one cat—" Molly held up a hand. "Save it. We've got work to do." She started walking briskly down the street. Bill jogged to catch up. "So what's the job?" he asked. "Children's birthday party at the community center," said Molly. " securities going to be light—just a couple of parents. But the haul could be good—new toys, game systems, cash gifts." Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Excellent! Those greedy little brats won't miss a few presents." Molly shot him a look. "Keep your voice down. And no swiping candy or goody bags from the kids." "Fine, fine," sighed Bill. "So what's the plan?" "You'll go in first as a clown—I've got the costume and make-up kit in my trunk. Keep the kids distracted with balloon animals and magic tricks while I sneak in through the back door posing as a janitor." Bill frowned. "Why do I have to be the clown? Can't I go in as a janitor too?" "No, they've already got a real janitor on staff there. It has to be this way." "Ugh, I hate clowns," muttered Bill. Molly ignored his whining. "While you've got the kids occupied, I'll sneak into the supply closet next to the kitchen, where the gifts are being kept. I'll grab as much as I can fit into this," she patted a large canvas duffle bag hanging from her shoulder, "then sneak back out through the loading dock. You keep the kids' eyes on you until I text you the all clear signal. Got it?" "Got it," said Bill unenthusiastically. "Once you get my text, wind up your act and hightail it back to the car. We'll meet back here to go through the goods." Bill sighed. "Fine. But I'm not wearing big floppy shoes. Those things hurt my feet." "Yeah, yeah," said Molly. "Just don't screw this up. I've been casing this place for weeks and today's the perfect opportunity. In and out, twenty minutes tops." "Don't worry, I've got this," said Bill, puffing out his chest confidently. "Those kids won't know what hit 'em. By the time they realize their presents are gone, we'll be long gone with the loot." Molly rolled her eyes. She knew Bill tended to get cocky before a job. Hopefully this time he could actually back up his talk with results. "Okay, let's move," she said. "We've got a birthday party to crash." They headed toward the community center, keeping a brisk but inconspicuous pace. Game faces on, it was time to do what they did best—lift some loot and vanish like ghosts. Piece of cake.