Here is a 491 word scene with 30% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly paced back and forth in the empty warehouse, wringing her hands together. "I'm telling you, this is a bad idea. A children's birthday party? Have you no shame?" Bill leaned against a stack of boxes, cleaning his fingernails with a pocketknife. "Would you relax? It's foolproof. All those screaming kids, nobody will even notice us slipping in and out with the presents." "But what if we get caught? I can't go back to jail, Bill. I just can't." Rolling his eyes, Bill snapped the knife shut and slipped it into his pocket. "We won't get caught. Trust me, I've been casing this place for weeks. Little Timmy's party is the perfect mark." He pushed off the boxes and moved closer, putting his hands on Molly's shoulders. "All those rich parents tryin' to outdo each other. Dropping big bucks on gifts for their spoiled brats. We'll clean up." Molly bit her lip. "I don't know. It just seems low, stealing from children." "You got any better ideas on how we're gonna make rent this month?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. When Molly didn't respond, he nodded. "That's what I thought. Now come on, we gotta get ready." An hour later, they stood outside the children's gym hosting the party. Molly fidgeted with the oversized overalls she wore as a disguise, eying the moms outside smoking cigarettes. "How exactly are we going to get the presents out without being seen?" she whispered. Bill shot her a wicked grin. "Remember that storage closet in the back? I scoped it out last week. We'll stash the loot in there until the party winds down, then make our escape through the back exit. Easy." Molly took a deep breath. "Okay. Let's just get this over with." They slipped into the chaos of the birthday party unnoticed. Children ran wild everywhere, hyped up on cake and ice cream. Timmy sat on his throne surrounded by presents, ripping them open greedily. "Perfect, the little brute is distracted," Bill murmured. "You grab that side, I'll take this side." Working quickly, they swept up armfuls of presents and snuck them to the back storage closet. Molly kept glancing around nervously, expecting someone to catch them at any moment. But the parents were all glued to their phones, oblivious. After the third trip, the closet was full. "I think that's good," Molly whispered. Her conscience still nagged at her, but she tried to ignore it. They needed this score. Bill nodded, pressing his ear against the door. "Sounds like they're wrapping up. Let's give it ten minutes, then we'll make our escape." They lurked in the hallway, listening to the party wind down. Parents called out for their kids to gather up, children whined about leaving. Finally, it sounded quiet. "Ready?" Bill asked. Adrenaline pumped through Molly's veins as she nodded. They swiftly slipped out the back exit, arms loaded with stolen gifts. As they hurried down the alley, Molly felt a smile spread across her face. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. She could almost hear the pile of cash they'd make fenceing these presents.