Funshine cleaned up the breakfast dishes while Grumpy finished the rest of the food. The yellow bear settled down in a chair and relaxed after everything was cleared.

"Ah. This is nice." He glanced over at Grumpy. The blue bear was sipping lemonade, looking very tired. "You sleep okay?"

Grumpy nodded. "Yeah. But stuff like that always makes me tired."

"Your flashbacks?" Funshine asked.

Tension appeared in Grumpy's expression. "Yes," he said shortly.

Funshine frowned. "You're always so open about panic attacks and flashbacks when it involves other people."

"It's different."

"Because it's you, right?"

Grumpy sighed. "Yes. I don't want to talk about what I see. Okay?"

"I get that. And I'm not pushing for that," Funshine said gently. "But I'm not asking about that. I'm just stating that you have flashbacks and panic attacks." He paused. "You do know that you have them, right?"

Grumpy looked away. "I don't think about it unless I have to."

"Why?" Funshine asked. Grumpy didn't answer, and the yellow bear sat up. "Grumpy, this is important. You have PTSD. You've got to admit that."

"But Tenderheart says I have to control my emotions."

"There is a difference between controlling your emotions and having a mental health problem!" Funshine exclaimed.

Grumpy traced the arm of his chair. "I know," he muttered, his voice low and husky. "My natural tendency is to help whoever is angry or hurt or upset. That's because I'm a Thunder Bear. We're good with that sort of thing. But it doesn't work so good with myself. That's why my people are suffering."

Funshine grimaced. "I see your point. But you can't keep living like this, Grumps. It's not healthy. You're causing so many storms, and they last for days. I'm surprised you're not worse off. You need help. Tenderheart could—"

"No!" Grumpy barked.

Funshine jumped, surprised at the terror in that one word. "Grumps?"

"You can't tell Tenderheart about any of this," Grumpy said.

"Why not? I can understand that you don't want him to know you're a Thunder Bear, but why not the other stuff?"

Grumpy huffed. "It's all connected, that's why. If he knew I have panic attacks, he'd make me move in with him and Wonderheart in the guest room so he can watch over me. And the next time I have a flashback, I'll be locked in the house, and everything will come out. And I don't think he'll be as understanding as you are. He despises Thunder Bears."

"Despise is a strong word," Funshine ventured.

"Yeah. But it's the right one. Did you see the look on his face when he was talking to Wonderheart about the so-called 'history' between the Care Bears and the Thunder Bears? Even Grams looked disturbed."

"They don't know the whole truth," Funshine said. "Maybe you could explain the other half of the story?"

"And where would I have gotten the story?" Grumpy asked. "The only Care Bear who ever knew the truth has been dead for over a thousand years."

"Surely he left proof," Funshine argued.

"For the other Care Bears to ignore?" Grumpy challenged.

"I don't believe that," Funshine said, jumping to his feet. He began pacing back and forth. "Tenderheart used to talk of finding Benefare's lost journal. There must be stories of the Thunder Bears, true stories that explain what really happened."

"If Tenderheart and his ancestors never found the journal, what chance do we have?" Grumpy groused.

"Because we have an actual need to find it," Funshine said.

Grumpy eyed the yellow bear, but he smiled slightly. "Sounds good, Funshine. But can we start looking later this week? I'm exhausted."

Funshine stopped pacing, turning to look at his friend. He had been getting so excited, but Grumpy's words made him slow down. Looking over the blue bear, he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Sorry, Grumps."

He shrugged in response. "I don't mind your excitement. But we just can't do it today."

Funshine nodded, seating himself. "We need some ideas. I'm going to ask Tenderheart what he knows."

Grumpy pursed his lips, wariness appearing in his eyes. "Uh-huh…"

He finished his lemonade, keeping his eyes locked on his Care-A-Van. Funshine noticed.

"If I promise not to tell anybody what you are or that you have flashbacks and panic attacks until after we find the journal and they learn the truth, will you promise me something?"

Grumpy looked up. "Depends on what it is."

"That if you're feeling bad or scared or angry or any of that stuff, you'll come and talk to me. I don't want you to deal with this alone anymore. It's not right. And I'm ready and willing to help."

There was a pause as Grumpy considered this before he smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Sounds good, Funshine. It's a deal."

They shook paws. Then Grumpy yawned. "I wonder if Cheer is okay," he said idly.

"Dunno. The storm wasn't as bad," Funshine said. "I don't think she had your panic attack again."

Grumpy frowned. "What?"

Funshine smiled. "That's part of what I figured out last night. You and Cheer switched feelings when you caught the Feeling Flu, right? Well, I think that your trauma stayed with her, which made her have a panic attack during the last storm."

Grumpy's gaze clouded as Funshine's words registered in his tired mind. He placed his face in his paws and considered the possibility. It actually made sense. Cheer had always been fine and full of cheer. The panic attack was really out of character for her. But if what Funshine said was true, it was a lingering side effect from the Feeling Flu. Which meant that it wasn't Cheer having her own panic attack, but Cheer having one of Grumpy's panic attacks.

"Wow," Grumpy murmured. He looked up at Funshine. "That makes more sense than everything else I considered for her."

"When we get the journal, we can tell her about it," Funshine said.

"Grumpy!" a cheery voice called.

Grumpy surged to his feet and gave Funshine a meaningful look. Funshine got the message: no more talking about the sensitive subjects. The yellow bear nodded and stood up. They walked around the Care-A-Van to see Cheer skipping over, her smile bright.

"Oh! There you are, Funshine," Cheer said. "I went looking for you at your hut, but you weren't there. I figured you were skateboarding or something."

"Nah," Funshine said easily. "Came to visit Grumpy this morning. Wanted to check on him. That storm was wicked."

"It was," Cheer said. "Came up all of a sudden."

Grumpy crossed his arms. "Weather changes fast sometimes," he said. "I felt the air change before it happened."

"Guess that's an advantage of having a storm belly badge."

"What's up?" Funshine asked as Grumpy gave a tight smile.

"Tenderheart needs to work with Surprise and Birthday on Wonderheart's birthday party, so Share is holding a little luncheon to distract her. She sent me to tell everyone else. Harmony already said yes, so I just had to track down you two."

"What do you say, Grumps?" Funshine asked jovially. "Share's cooking sure sounds good and filling, right?"

Grumpy rubbed his tummy, which snarled. Breakfast hadn't been nearly enough. He'd burned so much energy from that storm, and Share's delicious food sounded perfect. She knew of his voracious appetite, so she always cooked a lot of food. He smiled and nodded at Funshine.

"Sounds good to me, Funshine. When do we head over, Cheer?"

"Right now," she said. "I was searching for Funshine for a while. By the time we get to Share's, lunch will be served!"

"Let me just grab my Carry-All, and we'll head out," Grumpy said.

After retrieving what he needed, Grumpy, Funshine, and Cheer began the walk to the Rainbow Ride. The journey was pleasant. Usually, after the big storms Grumpy produced, the air would be thick and muggy, but this time there was an invigorating atmosphere, like the world had been bathed and was refreshed by the rain. The world smelled fresh and clean, and Grumpy found that he didn't mind Cheer and Funshine's bright conversation. He didn't join in, but he didn't feel like complaining either.

When they got to Share's, Wonderheart was sipping tea with Harmony. She squealed when she saw Grumpy, jumping down to run over for a hug. Grumpy embraced her, picking her up and spinning her around. Wonderheart laughed as he set her down.

"Grumpy! You look happy today!"

Grumpy smiled at her. "I am. Get to see you and have Share's great grub."

Wonderheart beamed, taking his paw and leading him over to the table outside Share's house. He sat down, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Funshine sat on his other side, sharing a quick look, which Grumpy acknowledged with a subtle shrug. Share passed out plates, and they dug in. Grumpy listened to the conversations as he ate his fill. The food felt good on his nearly empty stomach. Breakfast hadn't been nearly enough food, and what he had eaten was almost completely digested.

Wonderheart seemed content to just sit beside him, drinking tea and eating a few cookies. When Grumpy was finally comfortably full, he grabbed a sugar cookie and took a big bite.

"How are you doing, Wonder?" he asked lazily.

"Tired," she admitted. "The thunder kept me up late."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Uncle Tenderheart is worried about all the storms," she said, tracing the rim of her small pink teacup. "He's worried the Thunder Bears are going to come back."

Grumpy suddenly didn't feel so comfortable. "Mm," he grunted, picking at the cookie crumbs on the table.

"I'm not so sure about that, little Wonder," Funshine said. "I don't think T.H. is completely right about them."

Harmony snorted. "But Tenderheart's actually seen them. And you haven't."

Funshine frowned. "I did a lot of research on Thunder Bears to make up my friend when I was little, Harmony. They don't seem completely awful."

Cheer swallowed a bite of cookie. "But they attacked Care-A-Lot. Grams and Tenderheart remember it."

"I know. But do you really think anybody can be that terrible? What if we saw the world from their perspective?"

That gave all of them pause. Wonderheart looked up at Grumpy during the thoughtful silence, and she saw that he looked unhappy again. She reached up and grasped his paw.

"Is that why you looked so sad when Uncle Tenderheart told me about them, Grumpy?"

Grumpy tensed and glanced at Wonderheart. Funshine felt the blood drain out of his face, sure that Grumpy would snap. But he should have known better. Grumpy simply leaned his elbow on the table with a small smile.

"What do you mean, little Wonder?"

"Do you think about how they see the world?" she clarified. "Because you looked so sad when he was talking about them."

Grumpy pressed his lips together, chewing thoughtfully on another cookie. "Sometimes I do," he admitted. "Usually if somebody is angry enough to hurt somebody else, there is a cause to their anger. It might make sense to others, it might not. But it's usually important to them."

Share poured more tea then slowly set aside the pot. "That makes me wonder what happened to them," she said.

"I never thought of it that way," Harmony said.

"Just something to think about," Grumpy replied.

Wonderheart set her cup down. "Grumpy, you're one of the most caring bears I know."

Grumpy shrugged. "Everybody has a different perspective. You should keep that in mind, whether it's Thunder Bears or humans or even other Care Bears."

Funshine smiled at Grumpy as the conversation turned toward other topics. Later, as they headed for the Rainbow Ride, Funshine nudged Grumpy.

"You surprised me," he said.

"What do you mean?" Grumpy asked.

"I didn't expect you to stay so calm while talking about the Thunder Bears and their point of view."

"It's easier when I pretend that I'm just a Care Bear."

Funshine frowned as the Rainbow Ride pulled up and Grumpy climbed on. "You sell yourself short, Grumps. You're not a Care Bear, it's true. But that doesn't mean you don't have the heart of one."

"How do you figure that?" Grumpy asked, buckling into the cart.

Funshine smiled. "Why else would you have a belly badge?"

With that, he waved and turned to head toward his home. The Rainbow Ride began to move, and Grumpy watched Funshine until he couldn't see him anymore. To say that he was shocked was an understatement, but what Funshine had said stuck with him for the rest of the day. It was an interesting statement, and once again, he wondered just how he had gotten his belly badge in the first place. As usual, he had no answer.