This a re-post of part 2. This is easier to tell apart.

Chapter 2: A Well Deserved Nap
MacGyver pulled his reliable jeep into the marina parking lot. It was pretty much empty as usual. Picking the nearest spot, he cut the wheel and coasted to a stop. He slid out of the seat and shoved the cold door closed. He hooked his duffle bag strap in his arm and lugged it down the way. He turned onto the long rickety dock path. At the far end floated a shack. Mac saw it catch the light of the sunrise and glisten in the warm air. He grinned and said “Home Sweet Home!” Fiddling in his pocket for the keys he found them and jammed a silver one into the lock. It clicked and he stepped inside. His happiness disappeared as the clouds of smoke billowed past him. He dropped his baggage and followed the trail. It leaked out from the kitchen. Mac buried his mouth and nose in his flannel shirt and peered inside the smoke stack. A chipper young woman greeted him. “MACGYVER!” she chirped.
“Penny! Uh, what …” Mac tried to ask.
“I made you breakfast! I hope you like eggs ‘cause I made a ton! Your orange juice was sour so I squeezed some out of those oranges. Your bread tasted funny so I tossed it out.” She spurted this all in one gigantic sentence.
“Penny!”
“There was no bacon or ham or any meats. Do you eat meat? I always thought that was funny! Is it a lifestyle or just a choice. I’ve been thinking if I should do that too. What do you think I should do? I shouldn’t? Okay, thanks for the opinion! How was your trip? Did you have fun?” She continued, seemingly oblivious to the potent clouds of smoke around her.
“PENNY!!!!!!” Mac said as the room went silent. Mac walked past her and grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall. He kicked the oven and the door fell open. Without a beat he filled the compartment with foamy white cream. The smoke filtered outside. Mac set the metal bottle on the counter and turned to Penny. “I don’t have any eggs. I don’t remember having oranges. The bread is wheat. I don’t eat meats and it is my choice. The trip was exhausting and you nearly set my house on fire. So what did you make me for breakfast?”
Penny smiled and motioned him to the small table. Mac debated whether he should partake in the unknown meal. But he approached the mystery food and sat down. He viewed the plate. “Are these the eggs?” he asked as he pointed to a bright orange lump of jiggling matter.
“No, silly! That’s the oatmeal!” Mac winced and continued on this horrifying display. A black square represented the toast. The eggs (he thought) were okay at first but Mac still wondered what they were made of. He poked the pile with his fork only to see it ooze a green slime. He finally found the ‘orange juice.’ The pulp was taller than the juice. He swished the glass only to see the mass stay still. He licked his lips and cautiously took a sip. The liquid filled his mouth. Nothing happened. But soon the juice made his taste buds burn. He spit out the juice like a sprinkler. Penny was saddened. Mac wiped the tingling substance off his lips and smiled at Penny.
“This was a great notion. Really! I appreciate it. But please warn me before you make me breakfast! I want to be able to eat a lot!” Mac lied. Penny smiled. Mac stood up and reached past Penny. He pulled his trusty box of Corn Flakes off a shelf. In the same motion he pulled open the refrigerator and retrieved his milk. He set the food down and found a clean bowl. He was about to pour the crispy bits into the bowl when Penny interrupted.
“What are you making? A bomb? A secret code? A laser alarm system?” she inquired.
“Breakfast?” Mac replied. He continued the process and dug into the golden mound. He ate hungrily and tossed the bowl into the sink. He swallowed the remaining flakes and kissed Penny on the cheek. “Thank you for an exciting morning. Now I could use some sleep, so if you could come back later?” he asked nicely. She nodded and ran out the door. Mac sighed and dove over the back of his couch and slammed into the cushions. He almost fell asleep instantly. But as he closed his eyes a subtle click sounded from inside the couch. His eyes opened and he sat up. He faced a scarred, grinning man leaning on his coffee table. “Murdoc! What do you want now!?!?!”
“Nothing much my dear foe. Just a small disk. I believe you have it. If you could just hand it over?” Murdoc said in a sinister voice.
“Oh I’ll hand it over!” Mac said as he readied himself to lunge at him. But Murdoc pulled out a control switch. Mac stopped and eyed the button and Murdoc. “Alright! I give! What does it do?”
“I’m glad you asked! I think this is my crowning achievement. The pressure sensor has been activated. If you move off that couch, the explosive device will detonate. But if you don’t cooperate, I can always manually activate it,” he said matter-of-factly. Murdoc approached Mac and fished into his pocket. He pulled out the black square and grinned. “Thank you! I’ve always enjoyed our run-ins. Too bad I had to win!” he said as he laughed maniacally. He turned and stepped outside. Mac grumbled in frustration. He surveyed his surroundings. He notice the open door to the makeshift patio. The ocean bobbed beyond the wooden fence. This just might work! He thought. He grabbed both arm rests of the couch and shifted his weight toward the door. The sofa groaned a few inches. He nodded in self-assurance. He repeated this several times. Many screeches later, he found the end of the couch against the railing. Mac turned and slammed his feet into the wood planks, splintering apart. He looked ahead. The cement parking lot was within jumping distance. He scooted some more until the empty half of the sofa was over the water. MacGyver prepared himself and sprang off the cushion. Mac covered his head as he crashed through the fence. A clack sounded and a loud splash. Mac stopped and looked back. Instantly a huge geyser sprayed from the spot where it fell in. Mac still stared as he was showered by the water. He breathed heavily and fell on his back. This is gonna be a long week he thought as a waterlogged seat cushion splashed down next to him. Couch fibers floated down to the concrete.

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