Est. 1971 — Exit 114, behind the fireworks outlet
Because saying it in words would be a confession.
Most gift cards are for someone you love. Ours are more flexible. A Monkeyland gift card is for the brother-in-law entering month three in your guest room. The business partner whose signature is the only one you still need. The neighbor with opinions about your fence, who should really see how a fence can fail. Anyone, in short, whose absence you have imagined in a fond and specific way.
We don’t ask why you’re sending someone to Monkeyland. We stopped asking in 1974. The buyers stopped pretending around 1980, and since then everyone’s holidays have been simpler. Many of our regulars pair the card with a quick review of the recipient’s life insurance. Not required. Recommended. — Terry
Covers one adult admission and most of a poncho. For someone you like, within reason, on paper.
Admits a family of four. Admission is the part we guarantee. The rest is between your family and the fence.
Includes two ponchos, priority seating on Terry’s bench, and one question about the zebra, asked in writing, answered never.
Everything in the Season of Giving, plus a full banana costume — fitted at the gate, so there’s no time to reconsider. Guests in the suit see a side of Monkeyland no one else does. Briefly, but completely. Includes commemorative photos, taken from a distance our photographer describes as “non-negotiable,” and mailed to the address of your choosing. Choose carefully. It’s usually the estate.
You name the amount. We name the bench after them. It’s the same bench. It has a lot of names on it.