My sister had an ex-boyfriend who had an idea for play (or a screenplay, I'm not sure) which we were aware of, but the details were mostly a secret. One night he got drunk and started telling us his vision.
It's been a long time, and it's quite hazy now, but I remember that the story reminded me of Animal Farm. Acutely political, involving the machinations of rival chihuahua factions, but with comedy relief.
I would ask him if he had anything to do with this, but he killed himself several years ago. RIP Dusty.