Grandma Bear glared at Grumpy Bear with her fists on her hips.

"Grumpy Bear! You just leave Good Luck Bear alone!"

Grumpy Bear turned his grouchy gaze on Grandma Bear. "Everything always goes right for Good Luck Bear. It's not fair!"

Good Luck Bear, noticing an opportunity, made a hasty escape out from under Grumpy Bear, and ran away.

Grandma Bear's face softened, but only a slight bit. "Grumpy Bear, you know that even in Care-A-Lot, life isn't always fair. The life of a Care Bear is to bear up under the weight of our responsibilities. That means Good Luck Bear always has good luck, and Grumpy Bear is always grumpy."

Grumpy wilted under her stare, and felt even grumpier. "Good Luck Bear doesn't appreciate all the good luck."

"That's not your judgment to make, Grumpy Bear. Now, do you know what happens to bears when they are naughty? You should, you're naughty enough."

"We have to help you bake cookies with smiley faces," said Grumpy Bear, and sighed. He picked himself up off the ground, and trundled behind Grandma Bear into her Care-A-Cottage.

"We're going to do something different today, Grumpy Bear. We're going to get rid of that sourpuss face." Grandma Bear patted him on the head and closed the door to her Care-A-Cottage.

"I don't have a sourpuss face. I'm not mean, I'm just grumpy," grumbled Grumpy Bear.

"You're a grouch," said Grandma Bear. "And unlike the other Bears, I think you can change."

"I'm not like Good Luck Bear," protested Grumpy Bear. "My grumpiness is constant!"

"Good Luck Bear's good luck doesn't work around Cheer Bear because Cheer Bear is already making things happy," said Grandma Bear as she rummaged in her cabinet. When she stood up, she was holding bracelets.

"I hate Cheer Bear," said Grumpy Bear, but he let Grandma Bear sit him on a chair and put the bracelets on him. "And I hate these bracelets. And I don't want to sit down. And --"

"Hush," said Grandma Bear, and swatted him on the head.

"That hurt!" he cried, and tried to rub the sting away, but he couldn't move his hands. She'd put the bracelets on him and the chair! "Grandma Bear --"

"Now you really have something to be grumpy about, don't you?" She smiled happily at him, and he wished and wished and wished that she was only going to make him bake cookies with smiley faces on them and give one to Good Luck Bear in apology. "Grumpy Bear, you'll like this, I promise."

And with that, she began to pluck out his stuffing!

"Don't do that!" he cried, and began to kick his heels at the chair. "Don't pull out my stuffing!"

"Shhh," she said, and swatted him on the head again. He began to cry.

But as his stuffing came out, and drifted in tufts around him and Grandma Bear, a strange thing happened. He began to feel lighter! He began to feel -- something very strange. He pulled and twisted against the bracelets and kicked his legs against the chair and watched as his stuffing floated around them and concentrated very hard on the feeling of Grandma Bear's hands squishing around in his insides, and he liked it. And he bet Grandma Bear would never do this to Cheer Bear or Good Luck Bear. He was special.