You see Jiji dancing and singing, coming your way down the street, waving his arm like a wacky, wavy, inflatable, arm-flailing tube man.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Ya know ya dig it! OOOOH!!!

He puts some extra stank in his "OOOOH!!!", throwing himself back in slow-mo, sparkles coming from his eyes. He then finally takes notice of you. He sits up straight, doing finger-guns at you with a dopey smile, oozing confidence.

What's uuuupp, fam?!?! Name's Jin Enjoji! You can call me Jiji.