His imagination is...tiring.
Me: Wow, did you find a stick, Mima?
Huck: Good thinking, Mima! Now we can unlock the secret of the ancient...Caribbean...crouton.
Me: The WHAT?
Huck: Door. I meant door.
Huck: The ancient Caribbean crouton door.
It's like a bad acid trip sometimes. You just have to roll with it.