The Birth of A Candy Bar One Payday, Mr. Goodbar wanted a Bit-O-Honey so he took Ms. Hershey behind the Power House on 5th Avenue. He began unstrapping her Reeces Cups. With his Butterfingers he started feeling her Mounds which he thought would be Good and Plenty, but turned out to be real Milk Duds. As he Snickered, his $100,000 Bar went up her Milky Way. She screamed "Oh Henry" and squeezed his Tootsie Roll, by its Jujubees and the result was an Almond Joy and nine months later, a Chunky Baby Ruth. The Moral of the story is: If you've got the Redhots, take your M & M's, or keep you Bunns at home.