Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Following an I Wish Magpie indulgence episode, the Peacock and Kia Ford stared at the crumbling remains littering, the courtyard picnic dining area.

“What you need now,” the faithful fowl noted, “are quick goals and three points.”

“Make my way out of relegation,” Kia Ford added.

“Realistically, we will not be able to do anything until after the international break,” the levelheaded Peacock surmised.

Peering over seeing the Bowen Shrine, “why don’t we not worry about relegation, relax, keep the party going, and order up some Claret Wine.”

Watching Kia Ford, pick up the cell phone, the promotional fowl networking streamer thought about it, and agreed, “I will invite Nuno to come over.”

“Yes, we will need some spirited saints,”

A week then passed and with the dishes cleaned from I Wish Mag Pies duties, the doorbell rang and a young boy dressed in a light blue uniform stood there with a clipboard.

“How can I help you?” The Peacock greeted,

“I am Amazon here with a delivery,”

“What could it be?” The Peacock quizzically pondered.

“Claret Wine,” the growing adolescent answered.

“Yes, of course,” the Peacock signed the papers and carried the parcel inside the English Premiere Flats.

Passing the bubble machine, triggering festive appliance interest, the wine contents summoned Kia Ford, and the Peacock requested “get the glasses, we need to conjure up the spirited saint.”

“Yes, I realize Boyle,” Kia Ford entered, cell phone in the ear, “I realize I need goals to stay in the English Premiere Flats.”

Hearing the predicament, the Peacock did have a paramount mountain underworld adventure expedition plan mapped out.

“Okay, okay, things could get better following the International break,” Kia Ford defended, “that is great, Fleming had a goal and wrote a book, right Boyle, maybe I will write a book over the International break.”

Turning off the communication device, the Peacock replaced the social able prop with a wine glass, “Here is to Wil’s Son,” a toast resounded.

“Whose Wil’s Son,”

“Not a clue, but he has a goal,”

“Did you Call him?”

“He was thought to be offsides but wasn’t,” the Peacock mentioned, “which means Kia Ford; we have a goal.”

As the second half, evening commenced, darkness invaded the area, and courtyard lights shined, sending a successful message. Due to the bottle, being almost empty or nearly gone, Kia Ford started seeing things, conjuring creative imagination images.

“Is that?” Kia Ford bleary eyes adjusted.

“Yes, it is, Nuno the spirited saint.”

Hovering above them, the apparition opened the conversation, “it seems like you are having a party, without me.”

“Just leveled,” the Peacock clarified.

“Yeah leveled.”

“Well, you two,” Nuno instructed, “you need to get goals.”

“We know,” the Peacock agreed as Kia Ford stood up, and proceeded to the other side. Suddenly, calling out, “Tommy, can you hear me,” and a goal flashed by, “is that what you mean? Oh, my spirited Saint.”

“Actually, it was,” Nuno smiled, turning attention towards the Peacock, “and you? Can you get up?”

“Not really,” the Peacock sadly responded.

“Walker Peters,” the spirited Saint mustered, and a metal contraption landed, “now Peacock get that goal.”

Minutes later Kia Ford felt astounded, “Peacock we have three goals today, job well done,” Grinning from one ear to another realizing a second weekend victory resulted in gaining desperately needed three points.

“I am going to be relegation free,” Kia Ford excitingly concluded when a figure materialized, wiping off holly tree bark, “who is that gorgeous guy?”

“Someone with a goal,” the Peacock proclaimed describing the Cullen character.

“Cheers to that!” Kia Ford ended the night.