EXT. MILITARY BASE IN A SNOW-COVERED TUNDRA
SUPERIMPOSE: “Middle of some godless commie rat's nest that will soon be steamrolled by the might & virtue of American Democracy. Present day.”
[MACGYVER crouches behind a parked military truck, sizing up the two guards at the prison gate. His MULLET is GLORIOUS]
MACGYVER (V.O.)
Back in my wily teenage years, I once got the notion that I’d like to get a peep in the girls’ locker room after gym class. Only problem was getting by Mrs. Stapleton, the gym teacher. The secret then, as now, is to hide in plain sight.
[MACGYVER puts on a large FUR HAT and hat saunters right past the guards, despite the fact that he is wearing a FLANNEL SHIRT and JEANS. He espies a large tent in the middle of camp and heads inside]
INT. TENT
[An AMERICAN PILOT is sitting on one of several WOODEN CRATES strewn about with his hands and feet tied]
PILOT
Who are you?
MACGYVER
I’m MacGyver. I’m here to rescue you.
PILOT
Nice. Is MacGyver your first name? That’s unusual.
MACGYVER
No, it’s my last name.
PILOT
Oh. What’s your first?
MACGYVER
Don’t worry about it.
PILOT
Seriously? You can’t just tell me? You’re being ridiculous.
MACGYVER
No one calls me by my first name, okay? Just drop it.
PILOT
Don’t be an asshole, Mr. MacGyver
MACGYVER (yelling)
IT’S JUST MACGYVER!
PILOT
Take it easy, fella. You trying to get us killed? Cut these ropes off me.
[MACGYVER pulls out his SWISS ARMY KNIFE and cuts the PILOT’S bonds]
MACGYVER
So what’s your name?
PILOT
Andrzejewski
MACGYVER (under breath)
Prick.
PILOT
So how do we get out of here? Wait, how did you get past the guards anyway?
MACGYVER
Same way I snuck into the girl’s locker room in high school: in disguise. Back then I passed myself off as the gym teacher.
PILOT
You stole the gym teacher’s clothes? That worked?
MACGYVER
No, I used this very Swiss army knife to flay her and wore her skin.
PILOT
Hahaha. Gross.
MACGYVER
Yeah, I had to spend a decade in an institution, but I’m...better now.
PILOT
Holy cow, you’re serious.
MACGYVER
(stares)
PILOT
(stares)
MACGYVER
Anywho, let’s see if there’s anything useful in these crates.
[They open various CRATES, revealing several AK-47’S, BULLETS, and VODKA.]
MACGYVER
Hm, well these certainly fit the stereotype. Wait, you’ve just been sitting around here in a tent full of guns and ammo and never did anything with them?
PILOT
Hey man, they told me not to look in the boxes.
MACGYVER
Fair enough. OK, help me disassemble one of these rifles.
PILOT
Wait, seriously? Why don’t we just use the guns?
MACGYVER
I hate guns. Never use ‘em.
PILOT
It really seems like the best course of action.
MACGYVER
No guns! This is non-negotiable.
PILOT
OK, weirdo. What do I do?
[They disassemble one of the rifles. MACGYVER uses his knife to carve a small hole in the removed barrel of the AK-47. He then jams the barrel onto a piece of wood from the broken crate until it sticks, then uses his knife to pry open a bullet and pours some gunpowder down the barrel. Finally, he drops a BULLET into the barrel and hands the contraption to the PILOT]
MACGYVER
Now, when the time comes, I want you to light this [hands him a match] and stick it in the little hole I made there. The gunpowder should ignite, sending the bullet inside toward your target with lethal velocity.
PILOT
So it’s a gun?
MACGYVER
I told you, no guns.
PILOT
No, you took apart a perfectly good machine gun, and made a less-efficient gun out of the barrel.
MACGYVER
No guns, dammit! I hate guns!
PILOT
How can you not see...you know what? Forget it. Let’s move.
[MACGYVER sits down and removes his SHOES and SOCKS. He opens two bottles of VODKA and stuffs the SOCKS into the top]
PILOT
Molotov cocktails? Yes. YES!
[MACGYVER lights the MOLOTOVS with his other MATCH and sprints out of the TENT]
MACGYVER
Eat hellfire, you commies!
[He hurls a MOLOTOV at one of the GUARDS, who bursts into FLAME. HOLY SHIT.]
PILOT
Oh my God, you’re completely insane!
MACGYVER (widens eyes)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
END