Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Despite the chilly atmosphere, Kia Ford felt demotion firing heat, knowing if staying on this plateau was a priority, goals were going to have to be made, creating a successful lifestyle. Crackling sounds mysteriously stalked the English flat, where the west ham who seemed united played out things, strategizing in her mind.

“Peacock,” she screamed, “did you fix that bubble machine?”

“I think I got it,” the colorful marketing tease emerged wearing a toolbelt, “there should be no problem letting the goal times roll.”

“That sounds like a good score,” Kia Ford retorted not realizing reality’s evil surfacing,

“Where’s Antonio?” A strange antagonistic pompous voice instigated and hearing the curious inquiry Kia Ford’s foundation shook.

“What happened to Antonio?” She asked the Peacock who shrugged his shoulders. Then the newspaper headline sitting quietly on the kitchen table caught her attention. “ACCIDENT” the information rag proclaimed.

“Oh my gosh golly jeepers,” Kia Ford covered her lips with two fingers.

“You have nothing,” the Wolves entered the home arena challenging the hammer girl fantasy, “not a goal in sight.

Seeing panic in the Kia Ford’s facial expression the Peacock ventured back out into the courtyard, arms outstretched, “Tommy, can you hear me,” the colorful creature desperately pleaded.

Immediately, a magical sensation aroma filtered its way throughout the scene, invading the events occurring, “look wolves,” Kia Ford retaliated, “I have a goal, it was a good one,”

Taking a few steps back, the Wolves retreated giving the Peacock a sinister stare and the marketing concept stood its ground defending the protagonist from defeat.

Trying to find comfort, Kia Ford conjured up the Bowen shrine for strength, “I have a goal right, now can you help me out?”

Smiling the Bowen shrine provided power, “Kudos,” Kia Ford heard the mantlepiece while the Wolves laughed.

“What is so funny?”

“You were off side, your goal doesn’t count,” they reported making Kia Ford even more determined.

“Not okay,” she explained seeing the wolves occupy the matt outside, proclaiming the message ‘welcome’.

“What? You got in here, I have to admit, that is a goal for you,” Kia Ford honestly commentated.

Displaying a big grin, the Wolves watched Kia Ford return to the Bowen shrine and to their amazement, faith controlled the story, showing Kia Ford another goal.

“That should get you the three points,” the Bowen Shrine assured.

Seeing all the action, infuriated the wolves, “we were told Antonio was not here,”

“Yet, he continues to have a seat at our table,” Kia Ford’s supportive attitude, angered the wolves, and the pack, attacked the shrine.

“What in the blazing,” Kia Ford shrieked.

“You are destined for relegation,” the Wolves chanted leaving their yellow calling card at the Shrine.

“Soon, you may not have your beloved goal schemer,” they warned threatened by the star-spangled banner’s fearless eyes.

“Out,” Kia Ford commanded, pointing towards the door.

A few minutes later the Peacock complemented Kia Ford on her handling of the situation, “two goals to the wolves one, remember they are fighting climbing the Paramount mountain, while you,”

“Keep bubbling along, reserving a nice holiday table position.”

Suddenly, the telephone rang encouraging the Peacock to answer, “Yeah, huh, let me check,”

“Mr. Bourne you know the guy with the mouth wants to know if you want to come to his square, pick cherries and enjoy wine,”

“Sounds like a festive thing to do,” Kia Ford relished the winning spirit, “and think about that, along with a glass, I may just get another three points.”