The Village Idiot?

I've been cruising through the Monty Python TV shows, since we are still sans cable, and there is a particular sketch that is very funny. It is about the education of the village idiot -- how he must learn the proper way to eat dirt and yell in front of tourists. Very funny...very funny. But definitely the kind of thing you never expect to see in real life. But think again.
I have discovered Vegas's own Village Idiot.
He works the corner of Sahara and Fort Apache, which happens to be right next to my local yarn shop and the Einstein Bros. where Buckwalter and I meet for a short afternoon break. The first time I saw him, I was riveted. The second time, also riveted. The third time, amazed. And today. for the fourth time? Absolutely baffled. Apparently this V.I. is well educated and well trained...perhaps a training specialist himself? He stands on the corner, sometimes on the sidewalk, and sometimes walking into the street to wave at a particular car. He dances to music that I can't hear and waves at everyone, smiling and looking like he's having a lot of fun.
But the outfit is the best. The first time I saw him, he was wearing tennis shoes, spandex black leggings, a football jersey, a gold cape off to one shoulder, and a Pharoah's hat. Like King Tut. Dancing, waving, smiling -- it was crazy. So, if you can combine these three pictures in your mind, that would be sort of what he looked like:

I know it's difficult, but, dear readers, you are able and willing! Can you picture the majesty of this man?
Today on my way home from the Buckwalter/Madame break at Einstein's, he had changed costumes. This time he was wearing leopard spandex, a silver shiny short-sleeved shirt, and a hat that had a putting green on top of it. Your pictures for visualization:
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Here...
and Here.
Now, put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Don't worry -- I shall be watching the V.I. very closely...he intrigues me.