"Just one more traingle", thought Bounty, snapping off a segment of the nougatine chocolate, "Loulou will never know".
It was a sultry Sunday afternoon and the chocolate was soft and warm, traces of it were smeared across Bounty's mouth and he licked his lips, savouring the distinctive taste.
Suddenly the front door went. Bounty panicked. He shoved the bar in to the bottom drawer of Lou's dvd collection. He pretended nothing had happened as Loulou walked in with arms full of condemned CDMs.
'Have you been at my Toblerone again Bounty?'
'No LouLou'.
'Then what's this?' Loulou pointed out several shards of silver wrapper, which were adhered to Bounty's T shirt.
'Bounty, if you're going to lie at least hide the evidence'. Oh well never mind, have a Cabana... have a Cabana...have a Cabana'.
As the words faded, Bounty woke up with a jolt. It had all been a dream.
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