Here is a 491 word scene with 73% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly peeked around the corner and looked at the house. It was all decked out in balloons and streamers for the kid's birthday party. "There's gotta be tons of presents in there just waiting for us," she said. Bill came up behind her chewing loudly on some gum. "So what's the plan? We going in guns blazing or what?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid. We need stealth for this job, not shooting up the place." "Well excuuuse me for trying to have a little fun," Bill huffed. "We don't want fun, we want the loot. Now come on, I think I see an open window around back we can get through." The pair crept around the side of the house, ducking under windows to avoid being seen. When they reached the back, Molly pointed at an open window on the second floor. "There! That's our way in," she whispered. Bill craned his neck up. "How are we supposed to get up there?" Molly sighed and pulled a grappling hook and rope from her bag. "Just give me a boost and I'll throw this up. Then you climb up after me." "Fine, but try not to kick me in the head this time," Bill grumbled, leaning down with his hands cupped. Molly stepped into his hands and Bill hoisted her up towards the window. She swung the grappling hook a few times and tossed it perfectly through the open window frame. After tugging on it to make sure it was secure, she started scaling the wall. Once at the top, she leaned out and waved for Bill to follow. He grumbled under his breath but grabbed the rope and started climbing. His foot slipped halfway up and he let out a small shriek. "Shhh!" Molly hissed down at him. Bill shot her a dirty look but kept climbing until he reached the window. Molly grabbed his arm and hauled him inside. They found themselves in a child's bedroom. The sound of laughter and music filtered up from downstairs. "Alright, the loot's gotta be down there where the party is," Molly whispered. "Let's sneak down and see what we can grab before they notice." "And if they do notice?" Bill asked. Molly patted the tranquilizer gun at her hip. "That's what this baby is for. But try not to let it come to that. I don't want to actually hurt any kids, just take their stuff." "Your morals are so weird," Bill muttered as they slipped out into the hallway. They crept down the stairs, ducking around corners whenever they heard footsteps. When they reached the bottom, they peeked around the corner into the living room where the party was underway. A huge pile of colorfully wrapped presents sat in the corner, just begging to be taken. Kids ran around playing as harried parents tried to keep up. Molly grinned. "Jackpot," she whispered. "You grab that end, I'll get this one. We'll sneak them upstairs and out the window." Bill nodded and they darted forward, each grabbing an armful of presents and sneaking them upstairs while the party continued on obliviously. In a few short trips, they had the entire pile of gifts stashed by the window. Molly secured her rope so they could climb down. "Nice and easy folks, no need to get greedy. We hit the motherload today." She slung a bag of presents over her back and started descending. Bill followed, a matching bag on his shoulders. At the bottom, they dashed away into the night, leaving nothing behind but empty floor and disappointment for those kids come present time.