Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Softly the Peacock tapped on the bedroom door, “Kia, Kia Ford, we must get going the wolves are already out.”

Emerging dressed in white the All-American star spangled flying her own banner, felt confident that Boyle Sports’ request to confront the Tricky Trees would be successfully completed, then as an award an international break.

“What do you mean? The wolves are outside,” Kia Ford questioned watching the Peacock slip off towards the kitchen.

“Here,” the Peacock acknowledged handing over an energy drink.

“You know I am not too crazy about these,” Kia Ford responded taking a swig.

Feeling empowered, ready to get goals the United West Ham left the English Premiere setting, venturing off into unknown territory.

“How long do you think it will take us to get to the tricky trees?” Kia Ford inquired.

“Not long,” the Peacock replied when a wolf approached, “and you are?”

“Gomes Larson, and I heard you were wanting a couple goals,” the wolf answered, “and if you can see here, I have a goal on my Gomes side, due to the Carabao energy drink.”

“Energy drink gave you a goal?” Kia Ford treaded carefully.

“You wanna see?”

Taken back Kia Ford went over to the dirt roadside and exclaimed, “Tommy, can you hear me?”

Magically, a wind gust came through encouraging Kia Ford,’smirk’, “oh Gomes, look what I have?”

“A goal, I suppose,” Gomes concluded.

“And if you see here, all my packing is done in this nice hiking traveling container,” Kia Ford paused, “which means?”

“There is another goal?”

“Right and I am prepared, those tricky trees, better let me have goals,”

“Tricky trees?” Gomes questioned, seeing favorable caffeine injected soda cans, going nowhere, “what are your plans with those energy drinks? Since the tricky trees journey, you really do not need them,”

“Why do you want them? Mr. Larsen,”

Realizing Kia Ford acknowledged the wolverhampton wolf’s other persona, the four-legged creature con artist figure, stole a goal, and another, “I will be seeing you, and thanks, I appreciate the energy drink stock,”

“Enjoy your three goals,” Kia Ford waved goodbye, entering the land of the tricky trees.

Putting the theft out of her mind and there will be no more energy drinks, Kia Ford continued the journey through the tricky trees.

“What are we looking for?” Kia Ford inquired.

“Goals, Kia Ford, goals,” the Peacock reminded.

Forty-five minutes passed and nothing crossed the line, until an eerie theory invaded the haunting setting reaching the regular allotted time, “what if we are the last goals on planet earth?”

Contemplating the paramount mountain climbing opportunities, the Peacock suggested, “pray hope, gets a goal?”

Closing her eyes, Kia Ford conjured up the shrine spirit and Bowen answered with a goal, “you know Peacock we may escape this place with three points.”

“And get out of relegation,”

“That is right,” Kia Ford agreed starting to pack things up, following a nice score, “look Peacock another goal.”

“We are surely going to get out of relegation, now,” the Peacock mentioned, “that would make Boyle Sports very happy.”

“As entrepreneurs we should call um Wilson,” Kia Ford advised.

“Who?”

“Boyle Sports,” Kia Ford finished the sentence reaching home, “Wilson looks a lot better than Boyle Sports on shirts,”

“What about Boyle Sporting Goods?”

“Goal we have today Peacock is call um Wilson.”

Entering the flat, the two felt relaxed, since the final minutes, proved very exciting and removed any trouble.

“What do we have next?”

“Ah,” the Peacock peered through the appointment book, “Lily White is going to be here, seeking an early dinner in two weeks.”

“I need a break,” Kia Ford announced collapsing on the couch.

“That is why Lily White made the date in a fortnight,” the Peacock shut the agenda book before heading towards quieter pastures.