Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Still coming to terms with relegation fears, Kia Ford courtyard meditated inside the English Premiere Estates, where the bright blue-sky intimidation stare hinted a message. Emerging from an unknown location, the Peacock refilled the cafe cup, keeping the therapeutic atmosphere alive.

“Do you see that beautiful rainbow? Out there?” Requested the star spangled all American, sporting a patriotic banner, “it is so colorful, just like you,” the united west ham giggled.

Adjusting his observation optical pair, the Peacock remained honest, “no, I do not.”

“It's over there,” Kia Ford pointed.

“Nope, do not see it,” the Peacock repeated, hearing the doorbell ring.

Turning around the promotional fowl performed practical duties fitting a legendary advertising credibility icon.

Opening the entry, revealed a leprechaun style fellow, holding magpies, “Hi, I am a new castle bakery customer service representative, Murphy Magpie,” expressed the creative sales individual, “Presenting the, ‘I wish made’ dessert, destined to bring happiness and success.”

“But can it get someone out of relegation?” Questioned the Peacock.

“Our sweets are always heavenly,” Murphy Magpie noted, walking into the hallway, seeing Kia Ford bump into the Bowen shrine, “almost a goal Madame Kia Ford.”

Giving a glare, Murphy Magpie continued the eccentric electricity mood boosting behavior, “I must tell you; I achieved my goal today, accessing your beautiful home.”

“I am glad you got a goal,” Kia Ford acknowledged, suddenly tripping over the confection courier and crashing into the Bowen Shrine, “you fouled me,” Kia Ford yelled.

“I did not,” defended Murphy Magpie saving the tasteful treats using a single outstretched arm, finding the strategically located counter.

“Nice save,” commentated the Peacock, watching Kia Ford storm into her bedroom, “where are you going?”

“Start packing,” Kia Ford shouted, “I should have two goals.”

Following the boss towards the sleeping quarters, the Peacock noticed, suitcases magically appear, finding themselves filled within seconds.

“I see you obtained a goal,” the Peacock consoled, “your snappy personality came back.”

“It was me, a hammer girl, who conjured good fortune earlier and he,” she paused putting chained events together,

“He gave you a goal,” the Peacock smiled.

“That he did, a bot that man,” Kia Ford concluded, “he gave me a goal.”

Changing course, Kia Ford returned and caught Murphy Magpie loitering around the planted pots. “You know I possess two goals,”

Grinning a deceptive facial expression, Murphy Magpie spoke the charity truth, “aye I granted you what you prayed for, Kia Ford, two goals, but this time, you are offsides.”

Taking the criticism in stride, Kia Ford stepped away, occupying the other side, “Tommy, can you hear me,” exclaimed and Murphy Magpie raised his eyebrows, triggering the bubble machine’s enthusiastic excitement staging a positive atmosphere.

“Looks like that is another goal, Murphy Magpie,” Kia Ford announced, “Mm, Mm good as we say in the states.”

Realizing he been beat and other patrons needed deliveries, the working intruder departed very quietly,

“Are we out of relegation? Yet?” Kia Ford checked with the Peacock.

“No, but we are getting there.”

Spotting the lone ‘I wish made’ magpie, residing on the table, Kia Ford grabbed the empty seat, “you know Peacock, I technically had five goals and Murphy Magpie, only one, today.”

“Difference of four,” the Peacock concluded, “and close to the safe zone.”

“What should we do now?”

Gazing at the ‘I wish made’ Magpie the Peacock suggested, “get some claret wine.”

“And another three points?”

“That’s the plan.”