Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Enchanting Motown music played, and the peacock received an entertainment earful while the servant to the all-American mover shaker Kia Ford passed by the Julie Bowen shrine.

“Lily White and I are meeting, first thing,” Kia Ford shouted notifying the colorful publicity marketing tool.

Not hearing a word due to the Walkman distraction, the peacock continued jamming, missing Kia Ford’s entrance.

“Well, you hold down the fort,” she requested, “I am going to do my best USA networking pitches this afternoon, being a total ham instead of a west one.”

Watching her leave, the Peacock occupied the weekend recliner, along with a chip bag encouraging Kia Ford ‘confront the Saturday agenda item, directly and to the point’.

“This scheduled commitment should bring me a strong goal,” Kia Ford pondered arriving inside Lily White’s estate, “and that is a feather in my cap, Kudos to me.”

Ringing the doorbell, getting no answer, concluding only one goal needed today, a blue and white sports car drove into the setting. The first-class image reminded Kia Ford about when she cruised up and down South Florida A1A promoting Striker models.

Known for kicking things around Striker models defended their lauder dale branded perfume, ‘Sand Castles”.

“Yes, those were the days,” Kia Ford reflected, recounting nice checks flowing through her account.

“Well, if it isn’t Lily White,” Kia Ford greeted the property owner.

“Yes, and you are?”

“American Kia Ford,”

“Oh, that football game is across town at Wembley,” Lilly White replied, “in almost a little over twenty-four hours.”

Blushing, Kia Ford defended herself, “no I have a meeting with you, and I am bringing a goal with me, you want to see the accomplishment?”

“Uh, where you come from?” Lilly White unlocked the door, “isn’t it three points, if the kicked ball sails through the uprights?”

“But I also get three if I have one goal and you have,” Kia Ford halted her statement seeing Lilly White get angry, “well come on in, I may have a goal, somewhere in here.”

Following her escorted host, Kia Ford still felt strong, taking shots, until Lily White quietly went offstage. “Here I found a goal,” She announced.

“And we are now leveled,” Kia Ford honestly added.

“Look star spangled banner,” Lily White firmly stated, “let’s take a break, and things will be clearer upon my return.”

Despite not knowing where she disappeared Kia Ford started relishing the atmosphere, “you know if I walked away from this place, a single point, would be a success.”

Suddenly, the whole place went dark, “Lilly, Lilly White,” Kia Ford called out.

Imitating a theatrical presentation, Lily White changed form, “Kia Ford, you are destined for relegation,” a cryptic voice announced.

“Rela,” Kia Ford didn’t finish the word.

“Relegation,” the demonic ghostly character repeated, “you will drop to the paramount league, trapped in mediocrity.”

“But?”

“But nothing,” the evil informer clarified, “within only a few minutes I found three goals, and the three points are mine, all mine. I command you, Kia Ford, go back home and fend off relegation and leave the elite business to us.”

Taking the hint, she was dropping table placements, Kia Ford departed, arriving home, bewildered catching the peacock sacked out on the couch, triggering a frustrated moment, “they had four goals to my one,” Kia Ford reported, “three came, right after another,” she paused, “and one included a son.”

“A Son?” The peacock inquired.

“Great family marketing,” Kia Ford mentioned.

“Yeah, you catch one person’s attention, three others will follow,” the peacock defended.

“I even got a red card claiming violent action connected to my kudos goal!”

While the clock ticked away, the two watched the television until Kia Ford fell asleep, allowing the peacock, an escape opportunity, encouraging the streaming fowl, ‘go over, talk to the Julie Bowen shrine, “all hail Julie Bowen, “the peacock recited,” we need goals, now.”