If Radagast spent lots of time in an arcade, he might have become this.

I require a house that you build in minutes and pack into a bag. I offer a ceiling with a billion lights, but no switches to turn them off. I bring you closer to streams, trees, and wildlife, yet my name ends with an -ing. What am I?

OH NO, I DROPPED MY TUBE OF TOOTHPASTE, Tom said, ...

I’m a dance, a squirm, a playful shake, found in a worm, or a move you make.

The food of the Greek gods or a Southern US fruit salad