Magic Hat

I have this fantasy. I'm walking down the street, and Emile walks by, wearing his special brown fedora that he seems to love so much (as do I). As we pass each other and I catch a glimmer in his green eye, a powerful gust of wind knocks his pretty hat off his pretty head and carries it into the unknown.

"My hat!" Emile screams out.
"I've got it, Emile," I scream back, as I run towards the hat and catch it with my mighty cougar paw. I grab it and hold it tight and run towards him (in slow motion).
"Thank you so much," says Emile, as he puts his magic hat back on his beautiful head. "How can I ever repay you?"
"Well, I have a few ideas," I'll say, and the rest will be a story we'll tell to our grandchildren someday...