BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

Officer,I just put my BUTTERFINGER down for a second; I opened it and the very thought of eating it thrilled me,ready to taste all that luscious candy when the phone rang. I put it down on the table to answer the phone. No one was there. Strange! I went back to the table and there they were, my BUTTERFINGER and Theodore, my nephew. He had his cell phone and was getting ever closer to that chocolate goodness. I looked, he reached, cell phone in his hand, ready to call to distract me.I saw him,he saw me see him. He only had enough time to lay a finger on my BUTTERFINGER.I grabbed it. HA!