BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I eat a BUTTERFINGER each morning, but after finding an empty wrapper several mornings in a row, I had to find the thief. After investigating and secret cameras, I found a criminal prodigy was to blame, my 10 month old daughter. She had stashed diaper rags in her crib, used these to make a rope to get out of the crib, used teddy bears to soften her landing, kept the dogs quiet with gold fish crackers she had hidden in her diaper, and quietly crawled her way to my BUTTERFINGER. As she enjoyed every last bite you could hear her whispering, “nobody lays a finger on baby’s Butterfinger.”