Willis examines his hat, turning it in his hands. It has turned to a black fedora. He aims it at an oak tree on top of a grassy hill and throws it like a frizbee! 

Thunk! The fedora smoothly shoots into the oak and firmly wedge itself into the tree trunk. The oak catches on fire and burns down.

"Oh gosh, what am I doing? I am destroying nature from sheer boredom! If I don't find civilization soon I'm going to go crazy!" Willis mumbles to himself as he nimbly crests up the hill, to the charred remains of the oak tree. Underneath a pile of ash, he retrieves his perfectly unharmed hat, which have turned into a pointy wizard's hat. Willis blows off some dust on his hat, puts it on his head, and scans the area around him on this summit with a hand over his eyes.