Here is what happened, as near as one can figure. You have the Mandarin, who has been working on something called a polychromatic texture enforcement weapon, and who has been itching to try it out. Then you have the Puter, drunk on brown liquor, who has a head filled with ideas.
Then you leave the two of them in the Castle, alone, for about eight minutes while the rest of us went grocery shopping.
All the Czar knows is that when he entered the kitchen from the garage, Puter lurches up from the basement and says, We totally ROY-G-BIVved Stonehenge.
And now we see.