Here is a 491 word scene with 50% dialogue between Molly and Bill planning to steal presents from a children's party: Molly peeked around the corner of the building at the kids running around the backyard. There were at least two dozen of them, all dressed up in costumes and party hats. Streamers and balloons were strung up on the fence and tables were piled high with presents wrapped in shiny paper. "There must be a hundred gifts out there," she said. "This is going to be the easiest job ever." Bill nodded in agreement. "I've already cased the joint. The only entrance is through that side gate. We wait until the kids are all occupied with the piñata and then slip in, grab as many presents as we can carry, and slip back out before anyone notices." "Do you think there are video cameras?" Molly asked. "Nah, it's just a kid's birthday party. But we should probably wear these just in case," Bill said, holding up two Groucho Marx disguises with big fake noses and mustaches. Molly laughed. "Those are perfect. No one will recognize us." She peered back around the corner of the building. "Okay, I think they're getting ready for the piñata. Let's do this!" Staying low, they hurried across the street and crouched down next to the wooden fence surrounding the backyard. Molly could hear the children shouting excitedly as the birthday boy was blindfolded and spun around. "Now's our chance," Bill said. "Up and over." They quickly scaled the fence and dropped down on the other side, landing lightly in the grass. Keeping behind the row of tables, they began hastily grabbing armfuls of presents and shoving them into large burlap sacks. "This one feels like a bike," Molly said excitedly, placing a large rectangular present in her bag. "Jackpot," said Bill. "These video games should fetch a good price too." "Did you hear something?" Molly asked, cocking her head. Bill paused and listened. "Just the kids at the piñata." "Let's hurry." Their sacks were almost full. Molly tried to lift hers but staggered under the weight. "Here, give me that," Bill said, slinging it over his shoulder next to his own. "We've got all the good stuff. Let's go!" Molly whispered. They scurried back to the fence and scrambled over, packages tumbling out of the sacks as they went. Safely back on the other side, they peered over cautiously. The party was still in full swing. No one had noticed their presence. "I can't believe we just pulled that off," Molly said gleefully, doing a little dance. Bill grinned. "Nice work, partner. We just made this the best birthday ever - for us!" They gathered up the spilled presents and hurried off down the street, leaves crunching under their feet. It was a very profitable day.