Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Only crumbs remained from the New Castle Magpie left overs, allowing Kia Ford a positive peaceful outlook display opportunity, when engaging in weekend activities. Sitting comfortably occupying the fourteenth table chair placement, feeling stuffed, the western colonist mover and shaker plotted her next adventure.

“It sure is getting dark early these days,” the talented states woman remarked.

“It’s almost dinner,” her Peacock companion clarified.

“Didn’t you have enough magpie?”

Not even a second ticked off the clock and a powerful sound shook the flat foundation, “who could that be?” Kia Ford inquired, watching the Peacock flaunt a colorful pattern, approaching the entry.

Military uniformed individuals emerged standing statuesque, “is one Kia Ford here?”

“Who may I ask is requesting such information?”

“One of our major treasured supporters,” the information delivery person announced, “Goonie The Gunner,”

“Well, if Goonie The Gunner filled out your assignment sheet,” the Peacock honestly stated, “then.”

While the Peacock finished independent thinking the visitors marched down the hallway while the butler guard assistant quickly turned on the magic machine, unleashing bubbles. “Just keeping things in perspective,” the Peacock told the newly arrived guests.

“If it isn’t Kia Ford,” the group’s leader greeted.

“And you are?”

“Gabriel and I have a goal,” the angelic figure reported.

“There are a lot of ‘G’s here,” the Peacock pondered.

Taking the invasion atmosphere in stride, Kia Ford addressed the issue, “well Gabriel, it is nice to see you so early with a goal. I usually get my first goals in Summerville.”

“That is impossible, there are no goals these days in Summerville, you were offsides,” those who have classified document access told the American.

That is when she noticed another gunner standing there with a goal, “we now have two goals.”

“Does your Goonie friend have any more goals in his arsenal?” Kia Ford quizzically investigated and by accident softly tripped the freedom fighter.

“Now we do,” they all replied in unison.

Carefully the Peacock monitored the situation, concerned things were getting real tense and decided to slip out the kitchen back door. Walking through the alley he could hear a scream “there is another goal”.

Coming to grips, facing reality, the gunners with their arsenal simply showed up at her door and within thirty-five minutes, four goals, shocking Kia Ford, “I remember when I used to dress them up in uniforms and encourage those power players, ‘act like a gentlemen officer’, now they actually have goals,” she thought realizing the Peacock went missing.

“Where did that fowl go?”

Hearing the chiming welcoming bell, Kia Ford instructed the Goonie patrol, “do not get anymore goals while I am gone”.

Not knowing who that could be she revealed the stranger, “where have you been?”

“Across the street at the sweet shoppe, Aaron was waving his wand and look, a Bissaka pie.”

“We just finished one of those and received a nice table spot,”

“Oh, Emerson was also there, sent over this goal, so I figure that was two goals today,” the Peacock calculated passing her, “makes the day a little bit better.”

“Does that thing work? Yet,” Kia Ford acknowledged the bubble machine, and the Peacock flick the switch before answering, “yes.”

Stomping her way down the hallway, Kia Ford clenched her fingers, “I now have two goals,” the star-spangled banner’s gritted teeth claimed.

Once again, the same style penalty occurred but this time the Western city cowgirl threw a punch striking one of the gunners in the face, “that will be one more goal,” they exclaimed.

Retreating to the living room, the entourage quietly sat for the next forty-five plus minutes, not creating anymore goal theatrics. When the meeting concluded the Gunners went back to their barracks and Kia Ford thought about the future.

“Did you eat all the Bissaka pie?” Kia Ford asked.

“No, there is still some left,”

“Good I will want to take some to the foxes, maybe then I will get goals and three points.”