Snack, or Mansnack?

Zoe just traipsed by my desk (it was audible traipsing, with audibly swinging arms) and hesitated long enough to chant, “Goin’ on a manhunt.” Then she stopped, turned, and said, “I mean, going for a snack!” She thought this was funny, and I suppose it was, if by “funny” you mean “mystifying in all respects.”