BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

When I was three months pregnant, I was given a scrumptous treat, a refrigerated box of tiny Butterfingers, and I was HOOKED! For the next six months, I always had a box of Butterfingers in our icebox at home. One night I went to the icebox and there were no more butterfingers! For crying out loud, what had happened? A thief had robbed me of these necessities of life. It was CRUNCH - TIME. My unborn child and I NEEDED those butterfingers without delay! Watch out, thief, Momma was on her way to get the nasty villain. The thief was soon apprehended and relinquished the treasure.