found that--yes,  I knew it!  They were just making a movie,  and the proceeds were all going to charity!  Let's see...I looked it up quickly in my encyclopedic multi-function journal,  and saw that the Cougars' chosen charity was none other than...

My nephew was kidnapped!  Hm...I wondered if they might have any useful information!  I decided to check in at the Cougars' headquarters.
Should I ask MacGyver to go with me?  Perhaps...

A formidable,  blue-haired old lady pins me with an icy glare.  "Yes?"
she says,  "How may I help you?  Do you care to make a donation?"
"N-not really,"  I stutter,  though she really makes me want to give her something;  maybe she'd like some candy.  "I was just wondering if you might have any information on...
 

consult the  Quaint Little Man!  He knows an awful lot about this sort of thing,  and is one of our most generous donors."  She sniffed snootily.
"In fact,"  she continued imperiously,  "if you'd talked with him in the first place,  instead of running to that slutty mermaid,  you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble!"  Her evil grin told me she knew more about my recent activities than I would have preferred.
"Well,  thank you,  ma'am,"  I said humbly.  "I think your advice is exactly what I...

go back to the chocolate factory and find MacGyver.  I found him in the tasting room;  he had been promoted,  and was obviously taking his job very seriously.  He seemed to have put on a little weight, but still looked yummy to me.  I told him my entire,  convoluted story,  from the crowbar to the blue-haired lady.  "So what do you think I should do?"  I asked plaintively.  He swallowed the caramel-fudge truffle he was sampling.   "Well,"  he said,  "I think the best thing would be to...