BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I have it narrowed down to three culprits who could have laid their grubby fingers on my Butterfinger. Coulda been the sneaky little four legged boy named Gringo who's been sucking up to me; possibly to distract me from his mischievous actions. Or perhaps it was his skinny little sister, Sassy, who’s been trying to look so innocent batting her big gold doe-eyes. Naaa, they're both too scrawny to open the temperature controlled safe where I keep my stash. I've got it... seems to me the big guy was skulking around the safe late the other night. He’ll claim he was sleep-walking, but I’m onto him.