Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Weekend commenced and the Peacock called it quits, concluding the bubble machine power struggle, diagnosing the situation, broken beyond repair. Deciding to pull the plug, ending the GP stimulating electricity goal getting energy source, proclaiming changes were already underway. Heading over towards the living room, the promotional fowl collapsed, couch breaking the fall, providing sweet home comfort.

Forgetting to close one window allowed a mystical force access, granting the English Premiere Estates flat, guiding haunting seance privileges. Eyes closed, the colorful feathered Peacock, welcomed the cosmic invader, “I am Nunno, the spirit Saint and I have come to save you from relegation. Coaching you in getting successful goals.”

“Relegation!” A shocked facial expression showed, Peacock’s immediate response, “but the Paramount Mountain climbing is said to be a great underground experience.”

“Peacock,” Nunno snapped back, “I want you to be challenged by the Champion Paramount Mountain Climbing version.”

Sun soon reappeared outside, fulfilling its daily mission commitment, encouraging the Peacock perk up, embrace the shining bright warmth, “I slept through the whole weekend!”

“That you did,” Kia Ford clarified from the kitchen, “we need to visit someone named Hill Dickinson, tonight, he has this new property and,”

“Toffees,” the Peacock, quickly responded.

Recently, the Peacock had been reading newspaper accounts describing the residency deemed, the future. Dispensing relic traditions, the Toffees are now proceeding on a new adventure, settling down, enjoying the modern-day paradise lifestyle.

Taking a few minutes, the two were prepared to travel, touring the docks, expecting any results, especially when visiting quarry working men. Noting a very strange observation passing the boys in the band, who had a goal, but the Graziers had two realizing the scene seemed daunting.

“Crystal Palace sent a message,” the Peacock commentated, as the two reached glaring illumination signs declaring, “Hill Dickinson.”

“Wow,” the Peacock acted amazed.

“Yeah, he is the one, we are meeting up with,” Kia Ford explained, “do not worry, there is plenty of Toffee.”

Wearing a darken white ensemble, the electronic doors opened like sesame, requesting marching into the futuristic site.

“Kia Ford and the Peacock,” a voice resounded, “west hams that are united.”

“That is right,” Kia Ford confirmed, “you must be?”

“Hill Dickinson the new landlord,” a figure emerged, “how is my friend, Boyle Sports?”

“Gave me a season pass, will be staying at the English Premiere Estates, until spring,”

“Unless we get demoted, sent to parts below our standards,” the Peacock added.

Laughing knowing the danger Hill Dickinson escorted them towards the festive activity, occupying the private courtyard, “I must complement your outfit,” Hill Dickinson mentioned.

“I am a Hammer girl,” Kia Ford giggled, “so it's not truly innocent white.”

Another blocking gate magically disappeared revealing a stage with an Irish war like character holding a microphone, “Kia Ford, do you like Emerald Isle Capaccino?”

“At this hour?” Kia Ford blushed, “who is he?”

“Keane and not only does he have a goal,” Hill Dickinson started, “he has the mike.”

Listening to the leprechaun speak, teasing luring behavior could be detected, “do you feel lucky? Kia Ford,” Hill Dickinson tempted the All-American maturing lass.

“Well,” Kia Ford scoffed before going into J Bowen mode, “I have a goal too.”

Realizing she was right, Hill Dickinson accepted the fact that the evening would end level, granting both a point.

“That was a nice evening,” Kia Ford remarked unlocking the front door, “but I am glad to be home.”

Following her down the hallway the Peacock paused and inspected the Bowen shrine, discovering the monument tampered with, while they were gone, “the Nunno, the spirited Saint,” mumbled the advertising feature player.

“What was that? Peacock?”

“Nothing,” the mascot creature admitted.

“Only problem,” Kia Ford grimaced, “we are still in relegation.”

“Well, upside is relegation promotes Paramount Mountain Climbing,” the Peacock quietly stated hearing from the heavens above, “Peacock!”