Here is a 499 word scene with 70% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly tapped her foot impatiently. "Come on, come on, we're running out of time here!" Bill sauntered up, casually flipping through a stack of papers. "Cool your jets, I'm here now. So what's the plan?" "The plan is we get in, grab the presents, and get out before anyone notices. This is a child's birthday party, not the Louvre." Molly checked her watch again. "I cased the joint already. Minimal security. A few parents milling around, kids running everywhere. We slip in through the back during the cake cutting and it's a free for all." "And where exactly is this shindig going down?" Bill asked. Molly rolled her eyes. "Seriously, do you listen when I tell you anything? It's at Chuck E. Cheese, you know, that arcade place with the rat. I showed you the flyer!" "Right, right, Chuck E. Cheese," Bill nodded. "I must have forgotten after the sixth beer last night. So what's our cover?" "We're new parents in the neighborhood who wanted to stop by to introduce ourselves and wish the baby a happy birthday," Molly recited. Bill raised an eyebrow. "And they're just going to let two random strangers waltz in?" "Please, these are busy soccer moms trying to wrangle a dozen hyper kids. They're not going to notice or care who comes in the door. Now come on, grab the empty gift bags from the backseat and let's do this." Molly confidently strode towards the entrance with Bill trailing behind. The sounds of children's shrieks and arcade games flooded out the open door. Molly scanned the room as they walked in, noting the location of the gift table. She tapped a harried looking mom holding a crying toddler on the shoulder. "Hi there! I'm Monica and this is my husband, Dean. We just moved in down the block." The woman barely glanced at them. "Oh hi, nice to meet you," she said quickly before rushing off with the wailing toddler. "See? Easy peasy," Molly whispered. She nudged Bill towards the unattended gift table. "Go distract the kids so I can grab the presents." Bill reluctantly approached a group of kids playing whack-a-mole. "Hey kids, I love this game!" He picked up the mallet and proceeded to miss every mole. The kids giggled and joined in trying to help him hit one. With the kids focused on Bill, Molly casually sauntered over to the table and shoved gifts into the gift bags. She was nearly done when a stern voice yelled out. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" An angry bald man marched over. Thinking fast, Molly turned on the waterworks. "I'm just so embarrassed. We wanted to drop off a gift for Amy but I must have left it at home. I was just bagging up a few of these empty bags to help clean up." The man's expression softened slightly. "Oh, uh, well thank you then. Yeah Amy got so many presents we're running out of room!" "Our pleasure!" Molly said sweetly, giving Bill a subtle signal. "Well it was nice to meet you all but we better get going. Happy birthday Amy!" They hurried out, bulging gift bags in hand. Once in the clear, Molly started cackling. Bill shook his head. "That was way too close. But I gotta admit, you really sold that sob story." Molly smirked. "All in a day's work. Now let's see what loot we scored!"