Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Recently, Lily White displayed no goals after thinking she was going to pick cherries, collecting easy organic fruits, enjoying upper echelon mobility.

“What do you mean the Hammer girl is still in the English Premiere Estates,” the hot spur who used to reside at White Heart Lane exclaimed.

Not understanding how a west ham united could move right into the luxury apartment suites without roughing it as a footballer, the hardware champion wanted answers.

“She should know her status,” Lilly White’s anger showed, “underworld loitering.”

Strutting around her newly built cathedral, the innocent homegrown character, deeply thought about the rival that lived in the upper crust neighborhood.

“I know I am in American friendly confines these days,” Lily White pondered, “unlike White Heart Lane, my house certainly does have bragging features.”

Despite not employing a GP powered bubble machine to celebrate goals the marketable talent searched her brain conjuring up, a luring plan.

“Kia Ford,” screamed the Peacock, as the colorful promotional fowl’s meal ticket prepared luncheon necessities.

“Lily White is going to be here any moment,” the star-spangled entrepreneur wrapped inside a banner declared, “you know we are no longer relegation section seated, and I am ready for the proper position.”

Hearing the doorbell, the Peacock scampered along, turning the knob revealing a successful image, “Lily White,” the Peacock greeted, “how nice it is to see you.”

“Peacock,” Lily White politely responded, “you still around?”

“Making everything colorful,” the Peacock defended, following the guest into the dining room.

“Oh,” Kia Ford interceded laying the final plate down, “glad you could come to my home, do you like my dining arrangement?”

“It looks respectable,” Lily White commentated.

During the next forty-five minutes, the two had small chit chat, not developing anything that would make waves. Suddenly, the whistle blew startling the Peacock’s intensely concerned state over the dormant bubble machine.

“What is that monstrous contraption?” Lily White inquired.

“It's a bubble machine,” the Peacock announced, “programmed to party when we get a goal.”

“Kia Ford doesn’t have any goals,” Lily White paused as the creative colonist stood up,

“doesn’t she?”

“I must get the duck, we will enjoy,”

Sneaking away, the Peacock joined Kia Ford in the kitchen, “she has no goals, right now,” the host made clear.

“And if we get one passed while feasting, who gets the three points?” Asserted the Peacock.

“And better table placement,” Kia Ford added.

A few minutes later, delivering a golden tan bird, Lily White impressed attitude patiently waited, “it is too bad a goal cannot be giving as a nice effort.”

“I hope you like the duck,” Kia Ford offered.

“My Pappy Matar Sarr used to go Aves hunting and bring home a goal,”

“He would return home with a goal?”

“It tasted really good,” the British guest boasted, “and that is why I have a goal today.”

Staring, the Peacock started sweating, nudging Kia Ford, “Lily White, has a goal, what are you going to do?”

Looking at the Bowen Shrine Kia Ford grimaced, “Tommy, can you hear me?”

While trying for seconds Lilly White, dropped a hint, “Tommy is no longer here,”

“Where is he?”

“Gone,” Lily White explained. “Maybe already snow skiing at a resort in Berg Vail.”

“Berg Vail?”

“Yeah, it was a resort goal of mine,” Lily White stopped.

“Did it work?”

“Got me another goal, Kia Ford,” Lily White laughed realizing the mickey mouse event was over and she walked away with three goals along with top four reservations.

Feeling invaded the Peacock retrieved Lily White’s jacket, “it is time to go,”

“Yes, Peacock,” Lily White agreed, “well I hope doomed demotion fits you well, Kia Ford,” could be heard leaving the entry way.

“Three goals!” The Peacock declared.

“And I have none,” the Hammer girl realistically observed, “what am I going to do?”

“Have another engagement? Next week,” the Peacock checked the appointment book, “a miniature crystal palace extravaganza.”