‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all over the ‘nets,
All the Duelists were stirring, and placing their bets.
Refreshing their screens, stuck to them like glue,
To see for themselves, just what Tour Bus could do.
Tour Guide had helped Xyz out, now tearing up the place,
Those black-bordered monsters from beyond time and space.
So I sat at my desk, a small pup on my lap,
And prepared to tell everyone just where it’s all at.
When from under the mantle, there burst out such a fire,
That I reached for my Duel Disk (my most precious attire!)
But now blazing before me, stood an avatar of power –
‘Twas the Tour Guide herself, fresh from the Bone Tower!
“Oh, I didn’t come alone!” she said with a jingle,
“I’m the Yu-Gi-Oh! version of good ol’ Kris Kringle!”
And bursting from the fireplace, now what did I see,
But a Bus full of fiends – all of them Level three.
As it parked on the carpet, dripping oil on the rug,
She pulled cards from her handbag. “It’s time for a plug!”
And she shouted its effect, at the top of her voice,
As the world stood enthralled, by its coming new choice.

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When this card is sent to the Graveyard: Target 1 monster in either player’s Graveyard, except “Tour Bus From the Underworld”; shuffle that target into the Deck.
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“The Bus doesn’t Summon! We’ve got plenty of that.
When it’s sent to the Graveyard, it makes monsters go scat.”
“This works any time, even when detached or destroyed,
And not just from the field, but from hand or the void.”
“When you Summon me, I grab the Bus from your Deck,
And make a Rank 3 Xyz from us, without straining your neck!”
“From that point on forward, the choices are two,
Depending on strategy. It’s entirely up to you!”
“Got a bug that’s annoying you? (Or, more likely, a plant?)
Detach the Bus right away, and watch Spore go /faceplant.”
“But if you want more of me (and who wouldn’t? It’s true!)
Listen close, ‘cuz there’s something even better to do.”
“Detach me first of all, then later the Bus as caboose,
And when it goes to the ‘yard, target me for more use.”
“With me back in the Deck, you can draw me again,
Get me back on the field, and I’ll bring another friend.”
“Until now, three of me, plus that old dustmop Sangan,
Made 2 Xyz total. But now the Bus makes more happen.”
“Put me back in the Deck, up to thrice in a fix,
Now one Guide becomes four, or three of us become six.”
“Draw us out, search us up, just get us back in the hand,
And we’ll work our fiendish magic, known throughout the whole land.”
“Even Summoning us from the Deck is good reason for song,
Since if you can’t bounce monsters…you’re doing it wrong!”
Then she showed what she meant, as she merged with her wagon,
And powered up Number 17: Leviathan Dragon.
She detached herself first, as the Attack Points shot higher,
And I knew that next turn, Bus would be the recycler.
The bus roared to life again, as she stepped onto the side,
And I knew it could have detached first, sending my strats for a ride.
Then the fireplace roared, and prepared their egress,
Much to my relief – that oil stain was a big mess.
But I asked her quite quickly, as she prepared to take her leave,
Why she came by in person, on this night, Christmas Eve.
She laughed, “Even where I’m from, we celebrate the season,
It’s a time for peace and happiness – no matter the original reason.”
Then I heard her exclaim, as I smelled burning fuel,
“Season’s Greetings to all, and to all, a great Duel!”