Yay for tactical ninjas! Also, I would have to call Chuck Norris. I'd ask the bad guy to hold on a minute while I grabbed at my stylishly-sleek new chocolate-razor-trio-all-in-one-mp3/cd/dvd-player/PDA/gps phone, (ah! It's good to have the latest gear!), and I would text (Not "call," mind you, 'cause who the heck "calls" anyone anymore?) Mr. Chuck Norris himself, 'xplaining the situation. In half a microsecond, Chuck Norris would order the world to begin turning faster, while Chuck jumps in the air and does a roundhouse kick. The world would spin underneath Chuck, so that he effectively flies to my house and lands the roundhouse kick right through my window. Chuck would then order the bad guy to the ground, and the bad guy's HEAD WOULD EXPLODE just from the awesomeness of seeing Chuck Norris in action.
Thus rescued, Chuck would then buy stretchy blue jeans and cowboy boots for all of us.