Jiminy! That is not how the game is played! Stop chirping and light the candle.

I'm a large expression of excess, owned by bozos, oops I meant Bezos. I travel the world, berthing from place to place; a luxury treat, with a sporty chic. The currents don't guide me, though waves may surprise me; can you name this fancy thing?

In Neolithic times these were often created as burial sites. Nowadays, a man with a cowhide sphere stands atop one while thousands watch him perform feats of strength, precision and baffling physics, and another man threatens him with a stick.

I may tame your hair With a buzz and a glide, Or outrun the storm With the wind at my side. What am I?

I strike gold in rivers without taking a step. I sweep across a scene without moving an inch. I sit on a stove, held by a handle, shaping what you make. What single word connects them? What am I?