Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Twinkling colorful Christmas Tree bright lights, signaling positive holiday greetings, ignoring the cold reality eased tensions, heating Kia Ford’s anger temper.

“Peacock,” the united west ham shouted, “get the door.”

“I didn’t hear anything,” her trusty promotional fowl retorted.

“Would you please?” Kia Ford, unclenched her teeth, “see who's there?”

“No one,” the Peacock stopped mumbling, taking back when interesting figures emerged, “Brighton, Hove, the Albion brothers, what can I do for you?”

“We heard Kia Ford was facing relegation,” Brighton mentioned, “and wanted to check out the place.”

“Relegation fears are there, that is true, but demotion decisions are not set anytime soon,” the Peacock defended, “but do come in and have a look.”

“Peacock,” Kia Ford summoned and the butler style character, stepped off the greeting stage, “did you just allow anyone entrance?”

“Do not worry it was Brighton and Hove the Albion brothers,”

“And why are they paying a visit?”

“Found out through the rumor mill, you were in relegation and,”

“My flat isn’t for sale!” Kia Ford’s eyes bulged.

“Does Boyle Sports know that?”

“Kia Ford,” Brighton interrupted, “such a festive machine.”

“It makes bubbles,”

“Makes bubbles,” Hove added, “how nice, too bad there are not any seashore boardwalk chance games.”

As the pair rummaged around the apartment, Kia Ford approached the Bowen Shrine, “would you do something?”

As the Bowen Shrine answered the plea, impersonating a diner’s booth quarter jukebox, playing a request, excitement suddenly filled the air, energizing the whole setting, “are you saying I have a goal?” And when the wonderful news was confirmed, the bubble machine spewed out its festive contributions.

“Yes, I have a goal,”

Impressed seeing all the action Brighton and Hove paused, “you really should provide guests, tease them, maybe offer winning prize opportunities,” they commented before venturing towards the courtyard.

Pocketing the goal, feeling confident Kia Ford followed the invaders, “Well, should we call Beck? And ask him to design a stream with a spring.”

“You mean like an Abbey?” Hove clarified, “and one goal could entail transitioning the residency into a monastery.”

“That would be a goal to pay for the foul relegation behavior haunting this location,”

“Excuse me,” Kia Ford retaliated, “what property is being transformed into a convent?”

“Yours,” Brighton explained.

“After you leave and explore relegation demotion, of course,” Hove continued.

“Hands off lower tier assignments,” the Hammer girl warned.

“And if we don’t?” Brighton and Hove pressed.

Quietly departing the scene Kia Ford disappeared, “where are you going?” Whispered the Peacock.

“Combatting the predicament, packing a goal,” Kia Ford communicated using secret code.

“Oh,” the Peacock responded, flipping the bubble machine switch on, “I would like to announce Kia Ford has two goals, and should be leaving relegation soon.”

Processing the information, Brighton and Hove conferred with each other, presenting ‘discussing an important information scene', “we could develop the courtyard land and make it a nice field,”

“I have a guy, Veltman, who can do something like that,” Hove suggested.

“Kia Ford, Peacock, seems we got our two goals today, consider our engagement here, even,” Brighton informed, “and finally, we must be going.”

Gritting her teeth, Kia Ford’s finger showed the way out, “I got a point too, now go back to the beach.”

“I guess we could level this place,” Kia Ford heard Hove mention.

“Peacock, what could be possibly next?”

“Ah, we have to go see the wolves,”

“And where are they these days,”

“Below you,” the Peacock clearly stated.

“As they should,” Kia Ford collected her thoughts, realizing goals were in the future.