Yellow Ship of Awesome

The exciting world of submarine crime fighting, treasure hunting, monster battling, and underwater make-out sessions with mermaids that now most definitely lays ahead for us, almost dissolved into thin air in a matter of moments on Saturday.
This is how it began:
As my woman (Hot Jenny), and I (Jesse The Kid) arrived at about 8:30 p.m. with nothing but our six pac abdominal muscles and unwavering optimism we found a young group of attractive adventurers working tirelessly to breathe life back into a 1993 Curtiss Craft 2 person submarine. The sight was awe inspiring. In that first moment when we opened the door we saw Captain Brian with his squared jaw and noble aspirations pointing at a marvelously complex-looking, futuristic instrument panel. His eyes were confident and reassuring. Peter was nearby with his arms deep in the mangle of cables and components that control the craft. Sparks flying, he fearlessly fastened a glowing orb into place. Opposite Peter, with his back towards us, stood Aaron. He was controlling and adjusting a massive lighting rig which illuminated the entire ship and it's yellow brilliance was reflected onto every surface of the room. It was like the air itself was glowing. Several beautiful women were also installing, adjusting and calibrating parts of the craft. There was Lesley, the world famous mechanical engineer who at that very moment seemed quite discontent with a piece of molded aluminum she was holding.
"This will not do!" she exclaimed to no one in particular.
"Think of the compression force! The compression force!"
There was also Courtney, the new recruit (everyone calls her 'Rookie'.) She was casting a flirtatious look in Peter's direction, but he was still focused on the glowing innards of the craft. In Courtney's arms was a small, genetically altered, dog. And although Captain Brian has yet to disclose openly how this brave little dog is different from other dogs I can only assume, from the look of it's gills, that it must have the ability to breathe under water and that it will help us locate treasure by smelling my family jewels and then going on a hunt for a similar, albeit bigger version of my collection.
Finally there was also the captain's lovely first officer, Nicole. She was standing near the subs power components with a large glass container of high-grade alcohol presumably intending to power the ship with it.
That's when I sprung into action!
"Noooooooooooooooo...!" I dove across the aft ballast tank to reach her just as the first drop was about to leave the glass and I tackled her. The glass went flying into the air, and as if it was happening in slow motion, Captain Brian smoothly reached up and effortlessly caught the glass without spilling a single drop!
Tragedy averted.
Later that night I explained to Nicole that the sub was powered not by internal combustion, but by our hopes and dreams. Also, I drank the entire contents of the glass container to demonstrate the proper use of high grade alcohol. The rest of the night is mainly a blur, but Captain Brian said I did manage to fix the ballast tanks before passing out on the neighbor's lawn.