This looks serious for Mike. He’s got a gun pointed at you, and he’s not sure he’s quick enough on the draw to shrink this guy before he uses it. So he has to talk your way out of this one.
"Whoa, whoa, easy," he says. "I, you know, finished early, so I was kind of done with them, so I told them they could go early. I thought that was fine. Maybe they're in the back waiting for their next dance."
"What the fuck," the owner says. "There's one door into that room, and I've been standing out here the entire time."
Ah, factual inaccuracy. That’s too bad. Mike puts on a show of looking perplexed. "Well, I didn't shrink them down and put them in my pocket," he replies. "Do you think I had them escape through the vents? Maybe you just missed them when they walked by you. Go and check again. Feel free to go check the room.”
The owner still seems upset, but a confused look comes over his face. He puts the gun down. "Something's wrong here," he says, but he turns and goes back into the room where Mike shrank the strippers.
For his part, Mike knows he doesn't have a lot of time to form a plan. The owner’s only going to be distracted for a few seconds at most, so Mike starts fiddling with the transformation gun.
"Yeah, nothing's here," Mike hears him say from the other room. Mike has the gun out, and he’s ready to hide himself so he can get the hell out of here.