Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Despite recent successes Kia Ford’s promotional fowl’s cousins displayed a blue image when approaching the English Premiere Estates for an unscheduled late addition agenda gathering.

“Peacocks,” exclaimed Kia Ford answering the door, “you have that lovely golden tinge highlighting your aqua backdrop.”

“Yes, that is right,” the Peacocks stated spotting Kia Ford’s colorful trademark tease, “things are going great right now.”

“Really,” Kia Ford invited the visitor inside, using kind gestures.

“Received a very interesting movie script where the setting is a rice field and the main character, Calvert is a calf herder who always is confused with a local barrel maker, due to name misspelling,” explained the rising red-carpet entourage contingent.

“Sounds intriguing,” Kia Ford accepted the information pitch, which led to a long discussion. Near the end, the All-American star spangle who has a banner commentated, “it is really nice, you have a goal pair and will probably advance onto the next round for the FA Souvenir Cup and with the grace of God and resilient strength I will have two goals too.”

“That would make us even,” noted the Peacocks, “now what?”

“We will use extra time, Peacock,” Kia Ford alerted her right hand, and the butler style committed persona obliged, “bring us some more tea.”

Due to engaging in offside activity, Kia Ford could not find a goal, and the civil conversation turned into a shouting shoot out.

Invading the cabinet, Kia Ford’s marketing feathered tool grabbed a FA Cup and handed the honor over, allowing family members a hardware awarding opportunity.

“How many years?” Asked the peacock

“Too many,” replied the cousins.

After their festive interaction concluded, a pack forming caught the Peacock’s attention. Gulping the guarded professional started a private investigation. Hearing the disturbing interaction, Kia Ford quietly crept reaching the Bowen Shrine, “Nuno, you spirited Saint, how do I confront these evil ones destined for relegation.”

“You must not allow them to drag you under,” a voice rang out, “use your dark holy side and loving Valentin attitude, defeat them and move on.”

Calmly joining the Peacock, Kia Ford stared down at the mass depressed groupies. “They want to know if we have goals,” the Peacock reported.

“Two at the last moment during that unscheduled late addition agenda get together,” Kia Ford defended.

“What about today, the three points, could get us out of relegation,”

“Talked to the Bowen Shrine earlier, it knows I am in a corner and told me just to kick,”

“Did anything happen?”

“I still need to use my dark holier side, along with the loving Valentin attitude,”

“And how do you do that?”

“Step back and watch,” Kia Ford announced, sticking out her chest displaying true romantic wishes, seeing her eyes tearfully glisten, dropping an emotional hint, the wolves came to realize English Premiere status were not at this time their proper social place. Watching the wanderers from Wolverhampton scurry off, Kia Ford’s gigantic grin emerged, “two down one to go.”

“It’s been like that for a while, Kia Ford,” the Peacock reminded, shutting the door.

“But with these three points I can enjoy a few moments in the safe zone,” Kia Ford insured turning on the radio.

“Today’s top trashy temptations,” the gossip presenter script read, “Lily White who has dumped Igor is still entangled in the tricky trees and will be going on an afternoon date with black cats. Will her luck change?”

“Look, Peacock, Lily White needs to scare those hissing felines to overtake me,”

“What about next week?”

“Lily White thinks she has a castle beach day,” the hammer girl replied, “and when all things are done, we will discuss our table seat place standing during the Crystal Palace meeting.”

Rolling eyes, the Peacock once again felt, home safe, even know it was temporary.