BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

Late one night, thinking that my butterfinger might be stolen, I set a trap. I hired a ninja to watch over my butterfinger. But alas! I was betrayed. I turned my back on him for no more than a minute, he stole it. I ran after him. It seemed like a seen from one of those movies where the ninjas fly around. He turned and used my own butterfinger as a weapon against me. I was better by the butterfinger ninja, and there I sat stunned and butterfingerless. I still haven't found him.