Run around screaming and calling for help.
Or perhaps I would grab my frying pan and start knocking them around, then slip out among the confusion because of how short I am, they'd think one of their own had attacked some of them, they'd kill each other off, problem solved.
Or I would baracade the door................ Yeah,
THAT'D do a whole honkin' lot of good! *Snort* Let's here it for the mouse Hobbit!