Molly and Bill convened in a dingy, dimly-lit room of their hideout. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and unwashed bodies. They were bent over a map splayed over a battered table. "Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, tapping the map with her dirty finger. "The entrance to the party hall is overlooked by a security camera. We'll need to find a way to disarm it." "You have it covered, Molly?" Bill's voice slurred slightly, a wild grin on his face. Unphased, she moved a toy train on the map. "Yup, I'll cut the wire while you distract the babysitters with a well-timed diversion," she replied. "And what kind of diversion would that be?" Bill's eyes darted to a red toy car next to the map. Molly's devilish smile grew wider, "Fireworks from the cake. Timed to go off when they're all focused on 'blowing out the candles,'" she winked. "Brilliant," Bill clapped his hands, "and what about getting the loot out? No way we can carry all those gifts in one chunk." Molly's finger settled on a kitchen entrance. "We'll sneak in through there, fill a duffel, dip out, and repeat. But we can't forget the presents from Santa's room, we'll have to disguise ourselves as elves." Bill chuckled, "You know, Santaland's off-limits this year, those stingy parents forking over a fortune for a meet-n-greet." "Don't worry about the paying crowd, but the employees need pacifying. I'll use these," Molly produced some comically large fake noses that she pretended to pinch between her fingers. "Snorters?" Bill's surprise was evident as he examined the weakling contraptions. "More memorable than chloroform, don't you think?" Molly swept the red car across the map. "And just think, Bill, a few stolen toys could give the underprivileged kids a second chance at Christmas cheer." Bill slapped Molly's back, an unexpected look of pride flashing through his eyes. "For the children." They clinked plastic cups. "To the children." Total words: 198 Dialogue words: 20 Percentage of dialogue: (20 / 198) * 100 = 10%