Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Tossing, turning, haunted by concerning images featuring the Peacock walking the celebrity red carpet at the world premiere of the blockbuster motion picture, “The Peacock versus The Tricky Trees”, Kia Ford sweated out the night.

“Don’t leave me Peacock, don’t leave,” the United West Ham pleaded, “you are not really climbing paramount mountains, I promise you I will get you to the champions version, just do not leave me.”

Suddenly, a pounding alert rattled Kia Ford forcing the moving shaker to open her eyes, “may I ask whose calling?” She heard the Peacock express, relaxed since her colorful sidekick did not depart.

Only a few minutes later, the Peacock crown crest peaked through the bedroom entry, “Astin is here and wants to show you this year’s villas,”

“Oh, yeah,” Kia Ford responded, “I forgot we had an appointment scheduled on today’s agenda.”

Quickly, the hammer girl found proper business attire, before applying makeup and appearing in the corridor. Seeing the Peacock, working to get the bubble machine fixed, Kia Ford addressed Astin and his briefcase filled with Villa brochures, “It is so good to see you Astin, with the gift of God or Yahweh it is a miracle, I got out here so fast, and that is a real goal achievement, you know I am dealing with the relegation blues, leaving the bed is a big accomplishment.”

“You still look like a star spangle banner, Kia Ford, and I know you will love to invest in our seasonal villas.”

Already having a goal, mood one hundred percent changed; Kia Ford strutted casing the living room's setting, where Astin patiently waited, creating his pitching scene.

“Have to tell you Kia Ford. It is your constant steadfast attitude that gets me a goal,” Astin stated, spreading the information, all over the table.

“I assume my kind gesture makes us level,”

“As you said it was a gift from God or Yahweh,” Astin snickered watching Kia Ford retrieve a single pamphlet, proceeding towards the hallway.

“I want to see if your villas will match my Bowen Shrine,” Kia Ford paused, “he gets me goals you know.”

While comparing the antique relic with Astin’s promotional literature, magic floated through the air, triggering the bubble machine, then seconds later the noble monument, no longer dwelling near the river, displayed exciting celebratory electricity.

“What another goal today?” Kia Ford exclaims.

“I think the bubble machine is working,” the Peacock seemed confident.

Taking things the wrong way, Astin grabbed chewing gum from his pocket, “I need a break,” he told the two.

“Maybe get a goal,” Kia Ford sarcastically replied, possessing a temporary free relegation zone pass.

Realizing the bait and hook, second half meeting began; Astin returned securing the real estate sales spot. “Kia, Kia Ford, I want to show you something,”

Enjoying brief success Kia Ford listened intently, “we at Astin Villa boast a brand new cul de sac, Mr. Rogers Neighborhood.”

“What does it offer?” Kia Ford showed interest.

“Two goals, Kia,” Astin remarked, “a nice place to live,”

“And?”

“Good turn around opportunities,”

“Two goals just like that?” Kia Ford felt the shock wave.

“And you know where the three points went?” Astin laughed closing his satchel, “all American if you want a place to go when relegated, Mr. Rogers neighborhood could be the U turn you need.”

Moments later the English Premiere flat fell silent, Kia Ford could not produce conjuring Nunno the spirited saint power. Breaking the silent trance, the land line phone calling, “What was that?”

Peacock went over and placed the receiver in the promotional fowl ear, “who may I ask is calling?” Covering the microphone with a feather the Peacock reported, “Boyle Sports wants you to meet with the citizens, and see if you can get some goals.”