Here is a 491 word scene with 50% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly peeked around the corner of the building at the crowd of children running around the backyard. "Looks like little Susie's birthday party is in full swing," she said. Bill came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. "And where there's a kid's birthday party, there's presents." He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "So what's the plan?" Molly asked, turning to him. "How do we get past the parents and snatch the loot?" Bill smiled. "You cause a distraction while I sneak in the back. With all those screaming kids, no one will notice me slipping into the house." Molly frowned. "What kind of distraction?" "I don't know, you're creative. Fake an injury, pretend to be a clown, something like that." Bill waved his hand. "Just make sure all eyes are on you for a few minutes." "Ugh, fine," Molly sighed. "But you better grab as many presents as you can carry. I'm only doing this once." Bill slapped her on the back. "That's my girl. Don't worry, I'll make it quick." They made their way casually along the side of the house. Molly broke off toward the front while Bill snuck around to the back door. Molly took a deep breath, then suddenly stumbled into the middle of the party, clutching her ankle. "Ow, my leg!" she wailed. A dozen small faces turned toward her as she hopped on one foot. The parents came rushing over. "What happened?" "Are you alright?" "Do you need an ice pack?" Molly hammed it up, whimpering and clinging to them dramatically. As she distracted the crowd, Bill slipped unnoticed through the back door. The living room was piled high with colorfully wrapped boxes. Grinning eagerly, Bill pulled a large sack out of his coat and began sweeping armloads of presents into it. He could hear Molly's dramatics outside as he worked quickly and quietly. In less than two minutes he had cleaned out nearly all the gifts. The sack bulged with loot. Bill peeked out the window - Molly was still center stage outside, now describing her injury in graphic detail. Chuckling under his breath, Bill slipped back out the door and around the side of the house. His timing was perfect. He joined the crowd just as Molly was announcing she was feeling better and didn't need any help after all. "Are you sure, dear?" one concerned mom asked. "We can call an ambulance." "Oh no, I'll be fine. Thank you so much for your help!" Molly said sweetly. "I'll just be going now." She limped away from the confused party-goers. Bill followed casually after her. As soon as they were out of sight around the corner, they broke into a run, cackling with laughter. "Nice job distracting them!" Bill said as they hurried down the street. "Did you see their faces?" "I should get an Oscar for that performance," Molly replied with a grin. She gestured to the bulging sack Bill carried. "Now let's see what our haul was worth."