Crossover with a jaunty beret

As Malcolm entered his father's bedroom, Duncan stood immediately stood up and pointed at his son's head.

"What," he asked, "is that?"

Malcolm touched the jaunty beret that he had recently added to his attire and responded to his father's question.

"Dad, I'm trying out a new look. Everyone in this abandoned school is wearing clothes to suggest the faded glamor of some imaginary Alfred Hitchcock world of the 1930s. I want to stand out a bit. This feels more like me."

"You look ridiculous. No son of a king should go out in public like that."

"Too bad. I've already worn it to the park."

"I've also worn it to a NASCAR race."

"Somebody kill me now," thought Duncan. (<--- foreshadowing!)