Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Successfully strutting, Leed’s Peacocks felt positive vibes heading toward their local modern high profile, internationally friendly venue, housing development, English Premiere Estates where they were planning to be nice to Kia Ford, realizing these were her final hours enjoying topflight designation.

Passing White Heart Lane, fluffing feathers, reflecting and wondering, how beautiful talent Lily White was managing the Igor less lifestyle, now not having anyone standing over her shoulder, representing maturing inner thoughts, keeping a critical eye on every move made, by claiming business professional activities. Happily, content, about the tricky trees theatrical designed set decision vetoing summer blockbuster demolition potential, the innocent actress could achieve artistic fulfillment if she had a goal overpowering the eye candy dream label.

Arriving inside the corporate style apartment regulated complex, where Kia Ford, a Hammer girl, resided, the Peacocks knocked three times and were granted entrance by their streaming dreaming cousin.

“Is the first lady of the flat available?” Requested the fowl entourage.

“Thanks for coming by,” the Kia Ford’s promotional sidekick, graciously greeted, “the colonist needs help packing.”

“I am going to get goals, today, I promise,” a loud background scream boomed.

“Goal, differential gap is very large,” the butler style character whispered, clarifying factual truths.

Turning around, the Leed Peacock commanded, “let’s get started,” and like a machine army, the contingent marched through the entry.

Spending the first half honestly observing, accounting for all packaged goods, the featherily production team fairly noted Kia Ford, zero goal dilemma, “If I get just one goal then three points will arrive and I will be out of relegation.”

“Is that true?” Leed Peacock asked the English Premiere Estates marketing vehicle.

Receiving, a negative response, forced the Peacock’s production figures to ponder, ‘maybe we should just give the three points to the star-spangled banner, as a going away present.’

Coming back, from an All-American break, Kia Ford defended her ‘castle in the sky’ behavior and built a case, these actions were perfect especially when staging an opening goal.

“Sounds like a goal to me,” the Peacock’s union members agreed.

“That means, I have a goal and three points,”

Quietly, the Peacocks continued their contractual obligations, “then where are you going with my sofa?”

Silent sounds beckoned and Kia Ford started consoling the Bowen Shrine, “you were always dependable,” Kia Ford paused, “getting me goals.”

Setting off an alarm, festive attitudes, brought back enthusiastic bubbles imitating, a final dance moment, “do you mean you got me another goal?” Expressed, Kia Ford.

“I now have two goals,” the delusional united west ham announced, “doesn’t that give me the goal difference tiebreaker?”

Presenting a grim response, the Peacocks continued loading the attraction machine and Bowen Shrine onto the van.

“Wait a minute,” Kia Ford pleaded, “can we talk?”

Frustration boiling, Kia Ford pulled out a cell phone, “I am Call um, Mr. Wilson,” and when the communication device spoke Kia Ford requested, “do you have a goal for me?”

Sprinting outside she yelled, “I have a third goal!”

Hearing but not reacting, the Peacocks closed the truck, proclaiming, "off to relegation.”

Coming up from behind, carrying mountain climbing equipment Kia Ford’s beloved companion twirled car keys, “I can drive you to relegation”.

“What is all that stuff?”

“Cliffhanger designer fashion perfect for scaling Paramount mountains,” the Peacock explained, “you are going to need it to reach the peak and return as a success.”

“I thought that was your thing?” Kia Ford clearly wondered.

“Earlier, cut a deal with the English Premiere Estates and found a new leading lady,”

“And who would that be?”

Mumbling the Peacock honestly retorted, “Lily White.”

Sitting poolside laughing at the results, Lily White seemed very fortunate thanking a gracious God allowing the working name to survive the relegation horror show and while twisting a little straw thought, “I have one simple goal, sharpen my spurs, then kick my way and get goals.”