Here is a 497 word scene with 30% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly peeked around the corner of the building at the chaos unfolding in the backyard. At least twenty hyperactive children were running wild, hopped up on cake and ice cream. A harried looking clown twisted balloons into animal shapes while a frazzled mother tried in vain to corral the kids for a group photo. Molly ducked back behind the wall and turned to Bill. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Looks like the perfect distraction to me. All those screaming kids will keep the adults busy. I bet we could slip right in through that side gate and start grabbing presents without anyone noticing." Bill nodded slowly, assessing the scene. "Could work," he agreed. "But we need to be smart. In and out quick before they realize what's happening. I'll go for the big stuff near the gift table while you grab the smaller boxes around the edges. Should be able to clear them out fast." Molly frowned. "What about all the kids though? Won't they see us and raise the alarm?" "Nah, they're too hyper to notice anything," Bill waved dismissively. "But just in case, I'll bring a bag of candy from the van. A few handfuls of sweets tossed their way will keep them occupied." "Ooh, I like it," Molly said enthusiastically. "While you've got them swarming for candy, I can scoop up even more loot." Bill grinned. "Now you're thinking. This is gonna be a big haul if we do it right." He rummaged briefly in the van and returned with a large bag of gumdrops and lollipops. "Bait for the rugrats," he explained with a wink. Molly checked her watch. "Okay, party games start in 5 minutes. That's our window. As soon as the kids arerounded up, we slip through the side and do our thing." They fist bumped and crept along the wall toward the backyard gate. Muffled shouts and laughter filtered from the chaotic party. Bill quietly eased open the gate and they slipped inside, sticking close to the perimeter. "Ready?" Bill murmured. At Molly's nod, he tore open the candy bag and hurled a shower of sweets into the middle of the yard. The children screeched in delight and scrambled after the treats. As they swarmed in a sugar-fueled frenzy, Bill and Molly sprang toward the gift table. They swept up presents by the armful, boxes tumbling and ribbons streaming. Molly darted about grabbing smaller gifts while Bill seized bulky packages and stuffed them into a large sack. Within minutes the table was bare. "Go, go!" Molly hissed, struggling under the weight of an overflowing box. They slipped out the gate unnoticed amid the chaotic scene and sprinted for the van. "That was perfect!" Molly crowed as they roared away. "Did you see their faces? They'll be finding candy wrappers in the bushes for weeks." "And they'll be finding empty gift boxes too when the party's over," Bill chuckled. He flashed a grin at his partner. "Nice work. Another successful heist thanks to the dream team." Molly laughed and reached over to exchange an enthusiastic high five. "Cheers to that! Now let's go see what our hard work got us." They sped off into the night, leaving the raucous party behind.