BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

The thief knew of a wealthy man who lived down the street. This man was me of course because I am always rich in my fantasies. He planned a robbery for weeks. When he finally thought he was ready, he broke into the house. He knew exactly when the family would be away from the house. When he got inside, there were so many valuable things to take. He passed by the kitchen and there it was. He had laid eyes on my butter finger. At this point, my spidey senses started tingling and I immediately turned home and caught the thief. But it was too late. He already ate my DELICIOUS Butterfinger