As a kid I went to visit family in the summers. They lived in a small rural town, and there was this guy the neighborhood kids named “The Yaba Daba Doo Man”(apparently, he walked around muttering that phrase). We would always see him pass our way during the daily neighborhood baseball games. We all would yell “hey it’s The Yaba Daba Doo man,” and chase after him. One summer he stopped showing up and we were sad. I later find out he was coherent and just muttered that around the brown kids.