Alright, I found the next present. Let's see if I have better luck.

"Boo-wip! Boo-wip!" shouted the package. "Step away from the present! You are too close to the present!"

I stepped back and bumped into something. I slowly pivoted. Danny, dressed as a police officer, stood in front of me. He slapped a nightstick into his palm. "Sorry, Joe," he said. "Brain agreed to make me a blaster if I kept you away from the presents."

"But..." I mumbled as Danny gripped my shoulder, "you'll shoot your eye out."

A minute later, Danny pushed me into the large dog cage and slammed the door. "Better luck tomorrow." Danny walked away whistling.