Christopher Charles, a boy, sat at a desk in his tree house called Treebox. Across from his desk was another cubicle. 'Half-Pint Press' was scrawled carelessly across a paper hastily tacked to its exterior. There in the cubicle sat a cat named Daniel Daniels scrolling down a series of text he had drafted for an upcoming article for the daily edition.

"So, I finally got an idea," said Daniel nonchalantly as he edited the file.

"What's the idea?"

"We build a thirty story hotel and then put a discount motel on the lot across from the pool."

"Thirty stories...are you serious?"

"I've already crunched the numbers, that's 360 rooms not including the penthouse."

"Plus a motel?"

"Well, yeah it's in the name."

"What's the point?"

"The motel drives sales by making the hotel appealing while accommodating the poor."

"This will never work, how do you plan to fund it?"

"Private investing and a grant from the bank--...