BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I was lounging by the pool when I reached over for my piece of gold... wrapped butterfinger. But it was gone! I alerted security, released the hounds, and called in the actors from the CSI show the children like so much. No one could find it. Then I called over Jenkins, my Butler. As soon as he opened his mouth I smelled the sweet aroma of peanut butter and chocolate. I should have fired him, but good help is so hard to find. And you can't blame a man with such good taste.