BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I heard some rustling in my bedroom. I summoned up all the courage I had and started to walk towards my room. On my way I encountered my dog Frankie, the I won't carry anything dog. In his mouth was my Butterfinger, still in its wrapper. I had hidden it under my pillows. He looked at me as if nothing was wrong. There was a struggle with the thief. I won and got back my Butterfinger, unharmed.