BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

One day, I bought a Butterfinger and walked out of the store. I opened it and leaned in to take a bite, when something flew passed me and made a loud clung on the wall. I looked to find my Butterfinger was gone. I looked at the wall and there it was, pinned to the wall by a shuriken. I looked around and saw two men dressed in black, masked. They ran towards me, but zoomed passed to the Butterfinger. They grabbed it and one of them took out a remote and pressed a button. A portal came out of thin air. They told me that my bar was meant to save their world, before jumping into the portal.