I don't like indoor theme parks. I don't feel safe in them, and I worry about being trapped inside one with all of the other guests as all hell breaks loose. I would not make it out alive.
Camp Snoopy was the name of the theme park that existed inside the Mall of America in Minnesota. (Today I think the park has been totally re-branded as some Nickelodeon themed thing). Camp Snoopy was a major destination, as during the winter in Minnesota it got so cold you really couldn't do much outside.
Going back to my previous statement about being locked inside the indoor park and having to fight my way out, I am aware this "fantasy" is not Camp Snoopy's fault. It's my fault.
Every year when my cousins from Japan visited, we would take them to Camp Snoopy. This was a clever way to help them get over jet lag and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hilarious.