Joey and the Perfect Golf Clubs

I think I had my first golf clubs when I was three. My dad, Barney Trumbull, was a dedicated golfer but I lacked the knack. That didn’t keep me from playing with him on every golf course in Northern California. The Rattlesnake Hills Club is a thinly disguised real club. It combines the worst features of a number of courses I’ve been on.
We bring back Joey, inventor of the P-Ball, who once again makes a game changing invention. Using a magic metal and his imagination, Joey fashions the perfect set of golf clubs for his older brother Jeff to use in a tournament at the Rattlesnake Hills Country Club. Monsters are created and destroyed by oatmeal-raisin cookies and a really savvy kid sister.

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