Happy Gilmore III: Season of the Shooter

Shooter McGavin put down the copy of "Four Past Midnight" by Stephen King.  He had the page that read SECRET WINDOW, SECRET GARDEN bookmarked, and throughout the story, the words JOHN SHOOTER were highlighted with an electric yellow highlight-pen.  He looked into the mirror, and smiled, as he adjusted a black, wide brimmed farmers hat.  His laugh rattled the corners of the dresser top mirror as a pigeon outside flew away in fear.

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"Happy, get over here you big lug!" joked Virgina Gilmore, Happy's wife. She had given up her administrative position at the golf tournament association to stay home and raise kids while Happy ran his celebrity golf training academy.

It was a good life, and Happy was glad to live it.  "I'll be right there," Happy said as he ran down from the back steps to the pool where "Grammy" was taking pictures of her grand-kids.

"Say cheese," said Virgina's Mom as she snapped a picture of Happy with his family.  He nodded to his Frankenstein-looking ex-boss turned security chief, who he now simply called "Big Guy."  Big Guy nodded back, giving Happy the thumbs up that the house and property were secrue, and that everything was safe.

Happy had the occasional drunken fan try and come and break in, and it made Virginia feel better to have the security.