Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

Upon returning from a short break, created when prestigious commitments ended abruptly, Kia Ford made the best to the priority focus situation. “This place seems like it can defend itself against any invading army,” Kia Ford impressive attitude noted, not disturbing the Peacock’s attention, since her right arm partner stayed concentrated monitoring the street action.

“Is there a celebration going on? Peacock,”

“Yes, Kia Ford, all the different Commonwealth flags are being displayed, showing truthfulness unity under one,”

“Under one what?” The star-spangled banner quietly questioned.

“God?” The Peacock whispered before changing his answer, “Queen? Oh, sorry King,”

“Are you trying to get me kicked out of our Valley Forge bunker,” Kia Ford expressed, stating a historical reference.

“No, but?” The Peacock brought the binoculars down hearing loud fist pounding, “they are here.”

“Who?” Kia Ford curiously asked.

“The United New Castle,”

“Probably, bringing you Magpies,” Kia Ford remarked positively.

Taking a big gulp the Peacock swallowed, relaxing, “take cover,” the Peacock, issued a warning.

“Why?” Kia Ford questioned, needing stimulating excitement, pressing the bubble machine start button, “wow it is not working.”

“Bruno,” the Peacock ignored the problem, and greeted the visitor, fake grinning, “you brought me Commonwealth Day Magpies.”

“Peacock, my fine feather fair weather colorful marketing promotional friend,” Bruno kindly introduced, “here I bestow upon you, a flat warming gift, complementary magpies.”

“Thanks,” the Peacock exclaimed, disappearing into the culinary quarters.

Quickly, flipping the switch not seeing any bubbles, Kia Ford concerned, transitioned into a hostess, “what can I do for you?”

“I am Bruno,” the guest introduced, “I hear you are getting goals by tampering with the arsenal gunners? Sending a clean sheet message, collecting three points, trying to reserve a better table seat,”

“Well, yes, sir, I had a goal the day I met with the gunners,” Kia Ford defended.

“Following that escapade, I have been informed,” Bruno continued, “our countries foxes came over here and found themselves sent home goal less, nothing to speak of, during the evening night out.”

“Those foxes came here, and I put a two-goal fear into them, yes,” Kia Ford firmly explained.

“May I make it very clear,” Bruno clarified, “those foxes are in need of goals, and have recently, developed a relegation complex.”

“Relegation complex?” Kia Ford asked.

“Before you came to the English Premiere apartments, those foxes were living it up, even won the championship,” Bruno recalled, “and now.”

“Facing demotion reality?” Kia Ford offered a suggestion.

“Now, now hammer girl whose west ham is united,” Bruno snarled, “you should not talk like that.”

Feeling her declared independence challenged, the lifelong colonist requested assistance from the Bowen Shrine, realizing the hopeful monument only silently stared. “Peacock, the bubble machine, why isn’t it festive?” Kia Ford pleaded.

“You need to insert a goal,” the Peacock insisted.

“That is right,” Bruno interjected, “you need a goal for the All-American bubbly hoopla, and you know what, you do not have any,”

“What about you Bruno, do you have a goal?”

“In fact, I do,” Bruno shot back, “and now it is time for my entourage to depart, and I am taking these three points back to the new castle with me.”

“Fine leave, Bruno,” Kia Ford suggested.

“Peacock,” Bruno showed himself the door, “enjoy the magpies, you hear,”

“I will,” the Peacock thanked.

“Peacock!” Kia Ford glared intently, “we are a team.”

“And I am being diplomatic on Commonwealth Day,” Peacock told her.

As the Peacock, dessert snacked, Kia Ford plopped into the empty kitchen chair, “Bruno and the new castle united were right, I was a little too aggressive getting goals, what should I do?”

“We need eye candy,” the Peacock advised taking another big gulp.