Here is a 491 word scene with 70% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning a heist: Molly leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, propping her feet up on the table. “Alright, here’s the plan. The Johnsons are having a birthday party for their brat Emma tomorrow afternoon. About twenty screaming kids running around their big house, with a pile of presents just waiting to be snatched.” Bill nodded, scratching his stubbly chin. “I dunno Mol, stealing from kids? That’s pretty low, even for us.” “Oh come on!” Molly said, rolling her eyes. “We aren’t taking their candy or their favorite toys. Just the presents. Probably just gift cards and boring clothes from their grandparents. They won’t even notice.” “I guess,” Bill said reluctantly. “But how do we get in and out without being seen? People expect thieves to crash a party, not guests.” Molly grinned. “Already got it covered. I signed us up to work the party as clowns!” She grabbed two rainbow afro wigs off the table and plopped one on her head, then threw the other to Bill. He stared at it. “Seriously? You want us to sneak in dressed as clowns? We’ll stick out like sore thumbs!” “Exactly!” Molly said. “No one suspects the birthday clowns. We’ll hide in plain sight. I’ll make balloon animals to distract the kids while you gather up the presents and stash them by the back door. Then when the cake comes out, we’ll pretend to fight over it as a show for the kids. When everyone's looking at us, we’ll sneak the presents out to the van.” Bill frowned. “I don’t know...” Molly elbowed him. “Lighten up! This is gonna be a piece of cake. Literally! All those screaming brats will be so hyper on sugar they won’t notice a thing. Trust me, I’ve cased the place. Minimal security. Easy target.” She could see Bill wavering. “Come on, partner. We do this job, we can take a nice long vacation somewhere warm. Just you, me, and a private beach sipping fruity cocktails with little umbrellas.” Bill hesitated, then smiled. “Ah what the hell, I’m in. Let’s go steal some birthday presents!” He grabbed the clown wig and crammed it on his head. Molly squealed. “Yes! That’s the spirit!” She checked her watch. “Okay, we’ve got 12 hours to go over the plan. Run through all the details until we have it down perfect.” Bill groaned. “Going over details for 12 hours sounds like torture.” Molly swatted his arm. “Stop whining! I brought snacks to keep us going.” She grabbed a big bowl of chips and a six-pack of soda, plunking it down on the table. Bill grinned. “Now you’re speaking my language. Let’s plot this heist!”