Hark! Glad folk of woe, your confused meandering little minds wander. BUT never fear, I, grand caped master of pancakery, have found the cure. Always check the backs of your tiny ears. In the ways of our ancestors, "crumble!" but also "crumble!"

Word. BO!
Grand central conquistador, roy and little tiny insignificant miniscule wee infinitessimal bean. (pea)