There's building work going on. That means someone hitting something with a hammer three times over and over again but, nonetheless, there will be a newly revamped building in just a couple of days' time, no doubt full of fortune cookies, notepaper and carpets.
And you can imagine the raccoons in there. Probably working in shifts and mumbling things to themselves at the end of sentences (yes they are). And being visited by their loan shark uncle who is probably funding the extension, only with a massive rate of interest. Poor sods.