Triclopse- The Mega Bus

The lights rise as if summoned by wealth itself. A fanfare plays for no clear reason. A voice—polished, authoritative, and completely unbothered by consequences—booms with certainty: This… is not a bus. The Triclops gleams at the curb like a luxury hotel that misunderstood zoning laws. Three stories tall. Longer than patience. Finished in chrome, glass, and confidence. Its doors open silently, because noise implies effort. You step aboard and are immediately reassured that you matter. There is no Coach. There is only First Class, divided into Gold and Platinum so everyone feels elite while quietly checking who feels more elite. Champagne appears. Someone takes your coat. Someone else takes your skepticism. Inside, reality politely steps aside. A swimming pool lies perfectly still as the Triclops accelerates. A bowling ball rolls straight during a turn. A piano plays through applause and mild emergencies. Rooms that shouldn't fit in this space somehow do. This is not strange—it is luxury. The Triclops cruises to New Orleans soulful. Corpus Christi discreet. Hollywood camera-ready. Napa convinced it’s improved you. At every stop, you dine, dance, invest in an opportunity, and return refreshed and inexplicably committed. At night, the ballroom becomes a club. Deals are signed between courses. Applause erupts on instinct. No one asks what’s being transported, because everything feels expensive enough to be legal. TRICLOPS: THE MEGA BUS Nonstop. First Class. Absolutely justified. _______________________________________________________________ This is based on the 1976 comedy/disaster movie, "The Big Bus" which I saw in theaters and forgot about until recently. This follows up that movie, taking place in 1981. This is over the top and comedic so please enjoy the insanity. Thanks to: Fred Freeman, Lawrence J. Cohen, and James Frawley for "The Big Bus" ChatGPT for help with the Cards LewdLeah for the AutoCards