Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Taking five on the patio, the honorable loyal peacock discovered bushes rumbling. Rising from the lounge chair noticing an intriguing figure emerge, holding an ale cup. “What are you?” The promotional character questioned.

“I do not mean to be a bother during your busy schedule,” the moose image greeted, “I am Carabao, and this is my cup.”

“And what do you want from me?”

“Nothing,” the four-legged creature carefully approached, “except to offer a Paramount opportunity.”

“A paramount opportunity?” The Peacock expanded his colorful wing span.

“Chance for hardware,” the Carabao announced.

“Trophies? You say?”

“Yes, a very big, important one, all you have to do,” the Carabao paused, “is survive.”

Feeling chokehold neck tightness, the Peacock checked all his bases, “what if I do not survive?”

“Oh,” the Carabao started chilling, “you go back doing whatever you were doing,”

“Well, I will convey the information with my boss, I am sure we can survive your invitation,”

“Good, I will leave this Carabao Cup, as a nice token,”

“Thank you, my good sir,”

A short time past and the peacock streamed inside, entering the hallway observing Kia Ford barge through the doorway, “I tell you those citizens will soon be here, and I want to make sure I am ready to entertain them.”

Putting the silver chalice on the table the Peacock smiled, “What?” Kia inquired seeing the complementary gift bag content.

“An opportunity to bring home a nice souvenir from Europe,” the peacock defined.

“Oh, I see” Kia responded, “you know I bought these cherries I picked from someone named Mr. Bourne Mouth,” Kia stopped, acknowledging the Peacock clear his throat.

“All you have to do is survive,” he reported, “and you will have a successful year.”

“And if I do not survive?”

“You go back to doing whatever you are doing,”

“Meeting with the citizens,” Kia Ford confirmed her datebook while the Peacock honestly finished the thought, “make a Paramount move and call the year a success.”

Removing the scarf and London Fog raincoat ensemble, Kia Ford turned towards the Julie Bowen shrine, “you know I am sitting in a top ten seat at the table right now,”

“Those eagles were really tough,” the Peacock commentated, “had no goals.”

“Well, Bowen had a goal,” Kia clarified, “picking cherries.”

“Yes, there is one goal today,” the Peacock reminded, “and it says Carabao.”

Holding secure, three points she received after visiting, Crystal Palace royals, Kia Ford welcomed local citizens onto her property, but a nice young gentlemen showed up as the first guest.

“I am JWP,” he said, “is Porsche Man in?”

“No,” Kia frowned, “Porsche Man no longer lives here, she went back to the states, I am the new star-spangled banner.”

“Well then,” JWP continued, “this is for you, it’s a goal.”

Feeling pretty confident, Kia Ford noticed the citizens march towards her rental flat, wearing the same color ensemble she modeled visiting the Crystal Palace royals.

“You all look so innocent,” Kia observed.

“We didn’t feel blue,” they all explained, “may we come in?”

“Why sure,” Kia opened her house and soon the apartment was filled featuring many community neighbors.

As JWP’s gift goal continued motivating, a young blonde-haired opponent outstretched his hand, “I am Harland, Erling Haaland, and I do not have a goal,” he declared, “not a one.”

“I have one today,” Kia grinned.

“To be honest, I do not have two goals,” Erling proclamation halted, “I have three.”

“You have three goals? All by yourself?

“Yes,” Erling confirmed before disappearing, making Kia Ford’s legs shake.

After everybody departed, Kia Ford sat motionlessly, “that one gentlemen had three goals, his hat tricked.”

“But JWP brought you one,” the peacock comforted.

“That was not enough, now I am no longer in the top ten,”

Carrying two Carabao Cup bottles the Peacock stayed positive, “you know relegation,” Kia heard the point and gave him a glaring trance.

“Here have a drink,” the Peacock suggested, “it has a magical energy spark.”

“Is it shaken and stirred?”

“No Carabao sponsored,” the Peacock answered.

“I need an International break,” Kia Ford gulped pondering the future.